Written by Audrey a**ad, Marc Byrd, and Sarah Hart
I love you more than a slow-falling summer rain
More than a silence that only the snow leaves behind
I love you more
And I love you better than the grey of the Autumn air
Better than Spring in its blooming against the sky
I love you more
It may not be red as the roses yet
It may not be strong as the old oak trees, but ...
Love planted deeply becomes what it ought to be
Your love is steady and sure as the mountains high
Moving my heart like a river that gently bends
Your love is sure
Your love is wide open s***es where I can run
And yet, we're tangled up roots in the warm broken earth
Our love is sure
And it may not be clear as the morning yet
It may not be wide as a restless sea, but ...
Love given freely becomes what it ought to be
And ... hearts given freely becomes what they ought
And ... love given freely becomes what it ought to be
What it ought to be
I love you more than a slow-falling summer rain
More than a silence that only the snow leaves behind
I love you more
And I love you better than the grey of the Autumn air
Better than Spring in its blooming against the sky
I love you more
It may not be red as the roses yet
It may not be strong as the old oak trees, but ...
Love planted deeply becomes what it ought to be
Your love is steady and sure as the mountains high
Moving my heart like a river that gently bends
Your love is sure
Your love is wide open s***es where I can run
And yet, we're tangled up roots in the warm broken earth
Our love is sure
And it may not be clear as the morning yet
It may not be wide as a restless sea, but ...
Love given freely becomes what it ought to be
And ... hearts given freely becomes what they ought
And ... love given freely becomes what it ought to be
What it ought to be