My Cup Runneth Over
Harvey Schmidt, Tom Jones
Sometimes in the morning, when shadows are deep,
I lie here beside you, just watching you sleep,
And sometimes I whisper, what I`m thinking of,
My cup runneth over with love . . .
Sometimes in the evening, when you do not see,
I study the small things, you do constantly,
I memorize moments, that I`m fondest of,
My cup runneth over with love . . .
In only a moment, we both will be old,
We won`t even notice the world turning cold.
And so, in this moment, with sunlight above,
My cup runneth over with love . . .
With love . . .