Текст песни Among My Souvenirs - Connie Francis

There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory among my souvenirs

Some letters sad and 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