All the things you are de Artie Shaw

You are the promised breath 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 the stars
the dearest thing i know are what you are
someday my happy arms will hold you
and some day i'll know that moment divine
when all the things you are, are mine