You Are the Air that I Breathe

You’re the air that I breathe, you are my early morning breeze,
You’re the sun that burns and gleams, and the rain…
Crossing raging mountain streams, I will become your dream of dreams,
So, it’s best – to me it seems – that you wait…
So, it’s best – to me it seems – that you wait…

Hey, just you wait – I’ll hide my heart, growing beautiful and smart,
Full of cleverness and daze, wise and fine,
Years went by, I looked and sought; “Where is my dear star?” I thought,
And the star, his backpack hanging, goes right by…
And the star, his backpack hanging, goes right by…

You’re my heart’s sweet melody, we seem one song – so mellow,
You’re the lighthouse shining on (the) boundless sea,
People (will) ask me anyhow: “So, what do you think of him right now?”
And I’ll answer: “Listen to my song and see:
And I’ll answer: “Listen to my song and see:

That you are the air that I breathe, you are my early morning breeze,
You’re the sun that burns and gleams, and the rain…
Crossing raging mountain streams, I will become your dream of dreams,
So, it’s best – to me it seems – that you wait…
So, it’s best – to me it seems – that you wait…