Žodžiai dainai: Vera Lynn. Yours.

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

Just yours
When I was born to be just yours