Could there be another you?
Could anybody take you place?
Could I see Heaven shining through
In any other lovely face?

… … …

Is there another loving hand
Which I could hold from morning till night?
And could there be a love as grand
As ours has been, so real, so right?

There's just one answer I can give –
T'will be the same the long years through.
No matter how long I might live,
There could never be another you.