Lyrics:
There's nothing left for meOf days that used to beThey're just a memoryAmong my souvenirsSome letters sad and blueA photograph or twoI see a rose from youAmong my souvenirsA few more tokens restWithin my treasure chestAnd, though they do their bestTo give me consolation,I count them all apartAnd, as the teardrops start,I find a broken heartAmong my souvenirsI count them all apartAnd, as the teardrops start,I find a broken heartAmong my souvenirs