| Lyrics: | There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my
souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from
you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure
chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all
apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my
souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken
heart
Among my souvenirs |
