Author: Paul D. Medway
If I could catch a million stars, I know just what I'd do, I'd arrange them on a paper, And sing them back to you. If I could give you gifts of gold, I'd have each one inscribed, With a special memory, That I hold, dear, inside. I'd give you everything you'd want, Or you could ever need, But that would never measure, All you've given me. With honesty and compassion, You lend a tender ear. And when I look into your eyes, My troubles disappear. But, I am not a rich man, Nor lucky enough to catch a star, I can only give you one thing... All that's in my heart.
