There's nothing left for me   Of days that used to be   I live in memories   Among my souvenirs      Some letters tied in blue   A photograph or two   I find a rose for you   Among my souvenirs      A few more tokens rest   Down in 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 live in memories   Among my souvenirs