Because
Because, you come
to me,
with naught save
love,
and hold my hand
and lift mine eyes above,
a wider world of
hope and joy I see,
because you come
to me!
Because you speak
to me in accent sweet,
I find the roses
waking 'round my feet,
and I am led
through tears and joy to thee,
because you speak
to me!
Because God made
thee mine,
I’ll cherish
thee,
through light and
darkness through all time to be,
and pray His love
may make our love divine,
because God made
thee mine!
Music by
Guy d'Hardelot
with lyrics by
Edward Teschemacher
Chappell & Co., Inc. ~ ASCAP
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