There are trees

There are clouds

Many shadows and crowds

There are dreams

There are doubts

There are whispers and shouts And the snow it forms a crown

Upon the silvered mountain king

But there's only one thing that I need Sandy glass stained with red

Birds with porcelain wings

In a house filled with books

That nobody reads So many things will fill my life

But only one will do

It is you, it is you, it is you

And the sun will sing its song

And the moon will always mellow

And each day as my life goes on

It has all been a ruin without you Broken bells try to chime

Guitar with no strings

Pearls in the sea that will never see rings

All the answers of the world

They need a reason to be true

It is you, it is you, it is you Do my best on my own

To see the beauty abound

Glass of wine at my desk

When you're not around

I've learned that there's a key inside

And only one will do

It is you, it is you, it is you