Among My Souvenirs [1959] There's nothing left for me Some letters sad and blue A few more tokens rest I count them all apart I count them all apart
Connie Francis
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation
And, as the teardrops start
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
And, as the teardrops start
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
