Yours (Quiereme Mucho)
AGUSTIN JULIO RODRIGUEZ, GONZALO ROIG
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