Yours (Quiereme Mucho)

Yours (Quiereme Mucho) - Jimmy Dorsey/Bob Eberly/Frank Sinatra (弗兰克·辛纳屈)

Yours till the stars have no 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 gray 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