Your kiss, your touch, are worth so much
that all my treasures couldn't buy them
But I will give a gift or two,
if promises will do
I promise you a wishing well, a bed of yellow roses,
a kissing tree, a carousel and dreams that want to come true
I promise you the sky above and songs my heart composes
I promise you a world of love if you will promise me you.
And when in time our fortunes climb
beyond the riches that we dream of
I pray the richest gift will be
this promise made by me.