Among My Souvenirs

Among My Souvenirs - Hank Snow

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