Connie Francis — Among My Souvenirs

There's nothing left for me of days that used to be They're just a memory among my souvenirs Some letters sad and 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 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