Secret Garden - The things you are to me

If I held ^Bmin my h^Emand ev^Aery grain of s^Dand ^GSince time first be^Emgan to ^F#be Still, I could n^Bmever co^Emunt m^Aeasure the am^Dount Of a^Gll the things you ^Emare to ^Bmme

If I could p^Bmaint the ^Emsky h^Aang it out to d^Dry ^GI would want the ^Emsky to ^F#be Oh, such a g^Bmrand des^Emign; an e^Averlasting s^Dign Of a^Gll the things you ^Emare to ^Bmme

You are the s^Gun that c^Aomes on summer w^F#minds ^Bm You are the f^Emalling y^Aear that autumn br^Dings You are the w^Gonder an^C#d the myste^F#mry in ^Bmeverything I ^EmSee. The thin^Ags you are to ^C#mme ^F#

Sometimes I w^Bmake at n^Emight and su^Addenly take fr^Dight ^GYou might be just ^Emfantas^F#y But then you r^Bmeach for ^Emme and o^Ance again I s^Dee ^GAll the things you ^Emare to ^Bmme

You are the s^Gun that c^Aomes on summer w^F#minds ^Bm You are the fa^Emlling y^Aear that autumn br^Dings You are the wo^Gnder a^C#nd the myste^F#mry in ^Bmeverything I ^EmSee. The thin^Ags you are to ^C#mme ^F#

^GAll the things you ^F#mare… to me ^Bm