Yours [Quiéreme Mucho]

Yours till the stars lose their 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 This night has music, the sweetest music It echoes somewhere within my heart I hold you near me, so, darling, hear me I have a message I must impart Yours till the stars lose their 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 Just yours When I was born to be just yours