Souvenirs Songtext
von Connie Francis

There′s nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souveniers

Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souveniers


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 souveniers

I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souveniers