Bing Crosby - Yours

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 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

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 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
Just yours
When I was born to be just yours