Among My Souvenirs

Among My Souvenirs - Slim Whitman

There's nothing left for me

Of days that used to be

I never memory among my souvenirs

Some letters tied with blue

A photograph for 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 find a broken heart among my souvenirs