Originally made famous by: Paul Whiteman

Frank Sinatra version from the Album:  20 Great Love Songs
              (Columbia Records, Recorded July 30, 1946)


There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be;
I live in memory
Among my souvenirs.

Some letters tied with blue,
A photograph or two;
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs.

(Bridge:)
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.