Where Do I Begin sing and play along

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 the living fine.

Where do I start?

She fills my heart.

She fills my heart with very special things,

with angel songs, 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 burn away,

and she'll be there.