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 tied with 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. (bis)

• Artist:Connie Francis