But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you.
And these mem'ries lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new,
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I'll love you more.
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends -
I still can recall.
Some are dead and some are living,
In my life
I've loved them all.
