The Song Is You

I hear music when I look at you, A beautiful theme of ev'ry dream I ever knew. Down deep in my heart, I hear it play, I feel it start then melt away. I hear music when I touch your hand, A beautiful mel-o-dy from some en-chan-ted land, Down deep in my heart, I hear it say is this the day? I alone have heard this lovely strain, I alone have heard this glad refrain, Must it be for-ev-er in-side of me Why can't I let it go? Why can't I let you know? Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing? That beau-ti-ful rhap-so-dy of love and youth and spring, The mu-sic is sweet the words are true, The song is you. --- The Song Is You - Nancy Wilson