there’s nothing left for me of days that used to be
they’re just a memory among my souvenirs
some letters sad and 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
i count them all apart and as the teardrops start
i find a broken heart among my souvenirs
Artist: Connie Francis
Year: 1960
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 45