Yours (Quiereme Mucho) - Bob Eberly, Jimmy Dorsey And His Orchestra

Yours 'til the stars lose their glory

Yours 'til the birds fail to sing

Yours to the end of life’s story

This pledge to you dear, I bring

Yours in the grey 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, oh darling hear me

I have a message I must impart

Yours 'til the stars lose their glory

Yours 'til the birds fail to sing

Yours to the end of life’s story

This pledge to you dear, I bring

Yours in the grey 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