Hank Snow - Among My Souvenirs |
Among My Souvenirs
Hank Snow 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 I count them all apart and as the teardrops start And though they do their best to give me consolation I found a broken heart among my souvenirs [ guitar I count them all apart and as the teardrops start I found a broken heart among my souvenirs |