Imagine a month of
Sundays, each one a cloudy day.
Imagine the moment
the sun came shining through.
Imagine that ray
of sunshine as you.
Remember your
darkest hour with dawn still far away.
Remember the way
you longed for morning’s light,
And think of
yourself as a candle in the night.
Make believe this
is the first day, everything all brand new.
Make believe that
the sun is your own lucky star,
And then
understand the kind of gift you are.
The gift you are, like the very first
breath of spring.
The gift you are, all the joy that love can
bring.
The gift you are, all of our dreams come
true.
The gift you are, the gift of you.
You are the
promise of all the ages, you are the Prodigal Son.
You are the vision
of prophets and sages, you are the only one.
Dream of a bright
tomorrow;
Know that your
dream will come true.
Carry your dream
in a sparkling crystal jar,
Then you will know
the kind of gift you are.
Refrain
To hear John
Denver perform The Gift You Are, click on the video below.
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