It's You

It's you in the sunrise

It's you in my cup

It's you all the way into town

It's your sweet hello, dear, that sets me up

And it's your got to go, dear, that gets me down

It's you on my pillow in all of my dreams

Till once more the morning breaks through

What words could be saner, or truer, or plainer

Than it's you, it's you

Yes, it's you (Oh, yes, it's you)