"All the Things You Are" por Artie Shaw y Helen Forrest

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 the 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.