Harper Simon All I Have Are Memories
I was dreaming of a twilight Smoky Mountain
Light rain
Falling like a whisper
Woke me up, in the park, by the fountain
You don’t know how much it brings me sadness
Remembering the love I left behind
I keep thinking ‘bout the good times and it’s madness
If I keep it up, it’s gonna break my mind
Fine port wine
All I have is the memory of her kindness
All I see is the outline of her heart
Getting lost in the blindness
When I caught a Greyhound bus to this here city
I never thought I’d miss her country ways
But no one here believes in love, it’s a pity
And I’m getting tired of velvet ropes and fancy
cabarets
They got fine port wine
But all I have is the memory of her kindness
“Hey, Mr. Businessman, can you spare a quarter?”
“Hey, Mrs. Christian Louboutin, can you spare a dime?”
There’s a little bar with a jukebox ‘round the corner
Where we could go and have ourselves a time.”
Well, they got fine port wine
But all I have is the memory of her kindness
Fine port wine
