Connie Francis Among My Souvenirs
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