Frank Sinatra – Among My Souvenirs

There’s nothing left for me of days that used to be,

I live in memory among my souvenirs.

Some letters tied with blue, 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.

(a few bars)

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.