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