(Intro)


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 that 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

Chorus
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

(Instrumental)

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

(Repeat Chorus twice)