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!
