Yours - Bob Eberly
Yours till the stars have no glory
Yours till the birds fail to sing
Yours to the end of life's story
This pledge to you dear I bring
Yours in the grey of December
Here or on far distant shores
I've never loved anyone the way
I love you
How could I
When I was born to be just yours
Yours in the grey of December
Here or on far distant shores
I've never loved anyone the way
I love you
How could I
When I was born to be just yours