Among My Souvenirs Songtext
von Vera Lynn

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

Some letters tied with 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 bring 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