There's nothing left for me of days that used to be,

I live in memory among my souvenirs.

Some letters tied with blue, 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.



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.

Writer : NICHOLLS, HORATIO / LESLIE, EDGAR
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CARLIN AMERICA INC