Sometimes in the morning, when shadows are deep,
   I lie here beside you, just watching you sleep,
   And sometimes I whisper, what I'm thinking of,
   My cup runneth over with love . . .
  
   Sometimes in the evening, when you do not see,
   I study the small things, you do constantly,
   I memorize moments, that I'm fondest of,
   My cup runneth over with love . . .
  
   In only a moment, we both will be old,
   We won't even notice the world turning cold.
   And so, in this moment, with sunlight above,
   My cup runneth over with love . . .
  
   With love . . .