It's not how long we held each other's hand

What matters is how well we loved each other

It's not how far we travelled on our way

Of what we found to say

It's not the spring you see, 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 had to give to fall

The early morning smiles we tearfully recall

What matters most is that we loved at all.



It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall

The early morning smiles we tearfully recall

What matters most is that we loved at all.



What matters most is that we loved at all.