The Song Is You

Michael Feinstein -the song is you

I hear music when I look at you

A beautiful theme of every dream, I ever knew

Down deep in my heart, I hear it play

I feel it start, then melt away

I hear music when I touch your hand

A beautiful melody from some enchanted land

Down deep in my heart, I hear it say

"Is this the day?"

I alone have heard this lovely strain

I alone have heard this glad refrain

Ah, must it be forever inside of me?

Why can't I let it go? Why can't I let you know?

Why can't I let you know the song my heart would sing?

A beautiful rhapsody of love and youth and spring

The music is sweet, the words are true

The song is you