All The Things You Are - Milt Jackson

You are the promised kiss of springtime

That makes the lonely winter seem long

You are the breathless hush of evening

That trembles on the brink of a lovely song

You are the angel glow that lights a star

The dearest things I know are what you are

Someday my happy arms will hold you

And someday I’ll know that moment divine

When all the things you are, are mine