I Couldn't Begin To Tell You

I never, no, never could tell you

How beautiful Heaven is

If I had all the words in our language to use at a moment's command

If I had all the beautiful pictures of nature, the sea and the land

If I spoke in a voice never ending, speaking only of loveliness

I couldn't begin to tell you how beautiful Heaven is

If I mixed all the glorious sunsets

With the fathomless mysteries of Mars

If I mixed all the beauty of springtime

With the gleam of the moon and the stars

If I added the love of all mothers and the thrill of a baby's kiss

I couldn't, I couldn't begin to tell you

How beautiful, how beautiful Heaven is

I never, no, never could tell you

How beautiful Heaven is

I never, no, never could vision

Its magical loveliness

If the gifts of the silvery-haired masters

And the prophets I could possess

I couldn't begin to tell you

How beautiful Heaven is