It's not how long we held each other's hand What matters is how well we loved each other It's not how far we travelled on our way Of what we found to say It's not how long I held you in my arms What matters is how sweet the years together it's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall The early morning smiles we tearfully recall What matters most is that we loved at all.
It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall The early morning smiles we tearfully recall What matters most is that we loved at all. What matters most is that we loved at all.
