There's nothing left for me   Of days that used to be   I live in 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 token 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