It's not how long we held each other's hand  What matters is how well we loved each other  It's not how far we travelled on our way  Of what we found to say  It's not the spring you see, but all the shades of green    It's not how long I held you in my arms  What matters is how sweet the years together  It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall  The early morning smiles we tearfully recall  What matters most is that we loved at all.    It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall  The early morning smiles we tearfully recall  What matters most is that we loved at all.    What matters most is that we loved at all.