Ought to be

I love you more than a slow falling summer rain Or in the silence that only the snow leaves behind I love you more And I love you better than the gray of the autumn air Better than the spring in it's blooming against the sky I love you more It may not be red as a rose is yet It may not be strong as the old oak trees But love planted deeply becomes what it ought to be Your love is steady and sure as a mountain's high Moving my heart like a river that gently bends Your love is sure Your love is wide open spaces where I can run And yet we're tangled up roots in the warm broken earth Yeah our love is sure And it may not be clear as a morning yet It may not be wide as a restless sea But love given freely becomes what it ought to be And it may not be clear as a morning yet It may not be wide as a restless sea And it may not be red as a rose is yet It may not be strong as the old oak trees But love planted deeply becomes what it ought to and Hearts given freely become what they ought to and Love planted deeply becomes what it ought to be What it ought to be