All

More than you can carry

Further than your eyes could see

I'd be giving it all to thee

My all if I thought you could be a little bit tender

All, if I thought that you could be about to surrender

All to see, or even almost all

Broken bits of mirror and my lucky penny's turning green

Still, I'd be glad to be your all

If I thought that you could be a little bit kinder

All, if I thought that you could be

A little inclined to give your all, and all

Higher than the highest mountain

Deeper than the deep blue sea

Is how it ought to be

You were telling me, and now, I see it's so

Warmer than the summer breeze is

Greener than the evergreen is

How it ought to be for me, for you, for me

And we can make it go

May your seasons change me

May your reasons turn thy snows to green

Remembering your words to me

My all, if I thought that you could be a little bit kinder

All, if I thought that you could be

A little inclined to give your all, and all to me

My all