It's not how long we held each other's hands What matters is how well we loved each other It's not how far we've traveled on our way But what we found to say It's not the springs we've seen But all the shades of green
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 have to give to fall The early morning smiles We wistfully recall What matters most is that we loved at all
It's not how many summertimes We have to give to fall The laughter and the tears We gratefully recall What matters most is that we loved at all
