All things to me

Well, in a land of plenty there are grapes upon the vine, And sunshine in the morning opens up these eyes of mine. Clear rivers flow endlessly 'till they meet the open sea, And in my arms I'm holding the one who means all things to me. The trees upon the mountains shelter us from summer's heat; Rich soil in the gardens ensure plenty there to eat. All through my daily travels, and where ever I may be, I still carry in my heart the one who means all things to me. And when the heavens open I will battle through each storm, For in the midst of a home there's a fire that keeps me warm. Then, if the earth would shatter and set me down on one knee, I would stand up once again for one who means all things to me. When comes time to leave this earth, over the clouds I will glide; I pray my soul comes to rest softly on the river's side. I will sit under the shade of life's never ending tree, I'll be waiting patiently for one who means all things for me.