It's You - Daniel Martin Moore

Are you not that Sycamore’d place

Where my thoughts journey and cling?

A familiar voice

In the flutter of silver leaves

And the swell of strings

Is it not you who seeks me out

Sows goodness and holds me dear

Who draws me out

With pen in hand again

With my heart laid there?

It’s you

Oh my darling its you

Oh my darling

It’s you

A gentle greeting in the morning

Let the exodus begin

We’ve left this place nigh on a thousand times

And we’ll leave it again

And in the evening that makes you so lovely

We’ll find a place to be

In the swirling music

A flurry of castanets

You are there with me

And it’s you

Oh my darling it’s you

Oh my darling

It’s you