You've left me alone with memories. I tried to endure you in this cheating. I loved you with my heart's every beating. Now my hopes are gone like wind through the trees. 'Cause you've left me
. With a fairy-tale reliving the best years of my life. When I look into her eyes and then I realize Everything she's going through will be her memories. When she's older and wiser, she's making her
Ev'ry time you come around. I hear that lonesome sound. Ooh, train of memories Boxcars go flyin' by. With all my dreams inside. Ooh, train of memories I see you wavin'. Hear you say goodbye
turned by a raging moon. And she would be gone by the next afternoon Hollywood memories are made from times such as these. But, I wouldn't feel sorry for me if I were you. I will make some use of my
fail. . Memories fade but the scars still linger. Goodbye my friend. Will I ever love again. Memories fade but the scars still linger. . I cannot grow. I cannot move. I cannot fell my age. The
moments of her memories. Sweet memories, sweet memories She slipped into the silence of my dreams last night. Wondering from room to room turning on each light. Her laughter spills like water from the
(Porter Wagoner & Dolly Parton) Tonight all is quiet in Mission Chapel. And the music, like his love, has died away. And I'm standing in the middle of these memories. Mission Chapel memories of
(words & music by bill strange - scott davis). Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine. . Quiet thought come floating down. And settle
(words & music by bill strange - scott davis). Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine. . Quiet thought come floating down. And settle
. These sounds fall into my mind. These sounds fall into my mind. I can get down, I can get lonely. Every time I think about the highs, yeah. Messed me around and now you keep calling. Wonderin' if yo
to memories. Life sweeps away the dreams. That we have planned. You are young and you are the future. So suck it up and tough it out. And be the best you can. . The rain hit the old dog in the
Sweet memories. Sweet memories My world is like a river, as dark as it is deep. Night after night, the past slips in and gathers all my sleep. My days are just an endless stream of emptiness to me