AMONG MY SOUVENIRS. WRITERS HORATIO NICHOLS, EDGAR LESLIE. . There's nothing left for me of days that used to be There's just a 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 find a broken heart among my souvenirs I count them all apart and as the teardrops start I find a broken heart among my souvenirs.
There's nothing left for me. Of days that used to be. I live in memory, among my souvenirs. . Some letters tied in blue. A photograph or two. I find a rose for you.