You Can'T Measure My Love

The valley is low and the mountain is high
Deep is the river that flows
But you can't measure my love, my love
It grows, it grows, and it grows

The grass is so short and the timber so tall
Sweet is the scent of the rose
But you can't measure my love, my love
It grows, it grows, and it grows

So beyond compare is this growing emotion
Could someone love you more?
Could a raindrop compare with the ocean?

A sparrow is small and an eagle so big
Strong is the north wind that blows
But you can't measure my love, my love
It grows, it grows, and it grows

It grows, it grows, and it grows