From “The Laugh Parade”, 1931.
Words by Mort Dixon and Joe Young.
Music by Harry Warren.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment track:
Lyrics
I’m so ashamed of my vocabulary
It isn’t what it really ought to be
I have a task that isn’t ordinary
When I’m describing what you are to me
Can’t you see
Refrain
You’re my everything underneath the sun
You’re my everything rolled up into one
You’re my only dream my only real reality
You’re my idea of the perfect personality
You’re my everything everything I need
You’re the song I sing and the book I read
You’re away beyond belief and just to make it brief
You’re my winter, summer, spring, my everything
Sung here by Fred Feild: