(Bill Anderson - Mike Strickland)      Last night I was preparing to go to a party   And on the rack with my suits   I found the shirt that I'd worn   When I held her in my arms   For the very last time   The shirt that I vowed I'd never wear again.      As I took it from the rack   All my dreams came racin' back   The faint perfume of sweet love filled the night   I could see her face again   She kissed my lips as then   And I almost felt my arms around her tight.      A shirt that even the Gods must envy   For its arms once encircled   The dream that only heavens could bring.      Against this shirt once beat   The most wonderful heart in the whole wide world   And forever each thread shall remind me of her   I rolled down, I turned up sleeve and scaresly could believe   For I found a strand of her soft golden hair   I slowly took it down like a star from an angel's crown   I closed my eyes and softly said a prayer.      Then I walked to the window sill   My eyes began to fill   I thought I heard the soft wind call her name   And the shirt across my arm   Grew strangely soft and warm   As if I'd reached and held it to a flame.      And there I stood hearin' only the beat   Of my own aching heart   Lost in the dreams of what might have been   And the shirt seemed as sorrowful as I   And just as empty body and soul...