There’s nothing left for me Of days that used to be They live in memory
Among my souvenirs
A photograph or two
Some letters tied in blue
I find a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And though they do there best
To give me consolation
I count them all apart
And as the teardrops start
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And though they do there best
To give me consolation
I count them all apart
And as the teardrops start
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs