My Memories
Music: Francesco Paolo Tosti
Text: Clifton Bingham
There is no note of all your songs of yore,
That does not speak to me of you once more.
There is no place we two have ever seen,
That does not whisper of the might have been.
There is no path of all that once we knew,
That does not hold some memories of you,
Still, though they call the wild tears to mine eyes,
I would not yield them for a Paradise,
Though they call the wild tears to mine eyes,
I would not yield them for a Paradise!
There is no hand clasp that you ever gave,
That does not live though love be in its grave.
There is no vow of all you ever made,
That does not haunt me, and will not be laid!
There is not one of all our parting tears,
That has not stayed with me for all these years;
Still, though they call the wild tears to mine eyes,
I would not yield them for a Paradise!
Though theycall the wild tears to mine eyes,
I would not yield them for a Paradise!
My Memories - Jurgita Adamonyte, M. Sop
