Yours

Caterina Valente · I Happen To Like New York / Valente On Tv [2004]

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