You are the sunshine melting the snow,
You water the seed,
You give what it needs,
The leaves’ll grow,
So give me the sunshine.

High on a hillside you are the breeze,
I used to be small but then I grew tall,
I turned into a tree,
So give me a hillside.

Oh your love has fed the root,
made my blossoms turn to fruit,
Now the days are cold,
The wind begins to blow.

Yeah your love has fed the root,
from my branches fell the fruit,
Now the days are cold,
The wind begins to blow,
Yeah the sun's getting low.

You are the sun,
You are breeze,
I used to be small,
But now I'm a tree.

I feel the heat is coming,
I feel the waves are running,
To you,
To you,
To you,

I feel the heat is coming,
I feel the waves are running,
To you,
To you,
To you,

I feel the heat is coming,
I feel the waves are running,
To you,
To you,
To you,
To you.

To you,
To you,
To you.

I feel the heat,
I feel the heat,
I feel the heat,
I feel the heat,
I feel the heat,
I feel the heat,
I feel the heat,
To you,
To you,
To you,
To you.