Till There Was You
Meredith Willson, 1963

There were bells on the hill,

but I never heard them ringing,

no, I never heard them at all

till there was you.

There were birds in the sky,

but I never saw them winging,

no, I never saw them at all

till there was you.

And there was music

and there were wonderful roses,

they tell me in sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew.

There was love all around,

but I never heard it singing,

no, I never heard it at all

till there was you.