Lyrics:

Writer(S) Leo Robin/ralph Rainger

thanks For The Memory
of Things I Can't Forget
journeys On A Jet
our Wond'rous Week In Martinique
and Vegas And Roulette
how Lucky I Was

and Thanks For The Memory
of Summers By The Sea
dawn In Waikiki
we Had A Pad In London
but We Didn't Stop For Tea
how Cozy It Was

now Since Our Breakup I Wake Up
alone On A Gray Morning-After
i Long For The Sound Of Your Laughter
and Then I See The Laugh's On Me

but Thanks For The Memory
of Every Touch A Thrill
i've Been Through The Mill
i've Lived A Lot And Learned A Lot
you Loved Me Not And Still
i Miss You So Much



thanks For The Memory
of How We Used To Jog
even In A Fog
that Barbecue In Malibu
away From All The Smog
how Rainy It Was

thanks For The Memory
of Letters I Destroyed
books That We Enjoyed
tonight The Way Things Look
i Need A Book By Sigmund Freud
how Brainy He Was

gone Are Those Evenings On Broadway
together We'd Go To A Great Show
but Now I Begin With The Late Show
and Wish That You
were Watching, Too

i Know It's A Fallacy
that Grown Men Never Cry
baby, That's A Lie
we Had Our Bed Of Roses
but Forgot That Roses Die
and Thank You So Much