It's not how long we held each others hand What matters is how well we loved each other It's not how far we traveled 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 summer times 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 summer times 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.