There
are trees,
there are clouds,
many shadows and crowds.
There are dreams,
there are doubts,
there are whispers and shouts.
In the snow
it formed 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.
Will always mellow.
And each day as my life goes on,
it has all been a ruin
without you.
Broken bells,
trotted chime,
guitar with no strings.
Pearls
in the sea,
they will never see rings.
All the answers of the world,
they need a reason to be true.
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.