Yours the hand to hold my hand,
Yours the smile to understand,
Yours the hope when other hopes are gone.
As the comfort,
As the kiss,
But somehow much more than this,
As a friend that I depend upon.
Who cares what the world will do?
You’ll be there to see me through.
It’s funny, but it seems I’ve always known
That there will never ever be
Any other love for me,
Just yours and yours alone.