All the Things You Are - Gerry Mulligan, Paul Desmond

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