Its' not how long we held other's hand What matters is how we loved each other not how far we traveled on our way what we found to say It's not the spring we've seen But all the shades green
It's not how long I held you my arms What matters is how sweet the years together It's not how many summertimes had to give to fall The morning smiles We tearfully recall
What most Is that we loved at all
not how many summertimes we had to give to fall The early smiles we tearfully recall