From the very first second of the start of the year,
I’ve been in love with you,baby, and I hold your love dear.

The minutes turn to hours and the days become weeks,
I’d tell you every single day, If only I could speak.

January, February, March, April, May, I miss you,
when without you, and love you everyday.

June, July, August and then September,
With every passing moment,
I’ll always remember,
The way that I felt the first moment of the year,
I think of your love and I’m always sincere.

October, November, then time for saint Nick,
my full year in love with you has travelled so quick.

But one thing for sure and will always be true,
from the first moment to the last . . . .
I’ll always love you.