Where do I begin, 

to tell the story of how great a love can be? 

The sweet love story that is older than the sea. 

The simple truth about the love she brings to me. 

Where do I start? 



With her first hello! 

She gave a meaning to this empty world of mine. 

There’d never be another love, another time. 

She came into my life and made a living fine. 

She fills my heart . . . 



She fills my life with very special things, 

where angel's soar, with wild imaginings. 

She fills my soul with so much love, 

that anywhere I go, I’m never lonely. 

With her along, who could be lonely? 

I reach for her hand, it’s always there . . . 



How long does it last? 

Can love be measured by the hours in a day? 

I have no answers now, but this much I can say, 

I know I’ll need her 'till the stars all turn away 

and she’ll be there . . . 

She’ll be there . . .