(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)