Among My Souvenirs

There's nothing left for me of days that used to be



I lived in memory among my souvenirs



Some letters tied in 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 found a broken heart among my souvenirs



[ guitar - fiddle ]



I count them all apart and as the teardrops start



I found a broken heart among my souvenirs