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

photograph or two

I see a rose from you

Among my souvenirs

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