The Mem'ry Of A Rose - Vera Lynn
The memory of a rose is with me as I wander
The Memory of a rose thrown from a window high
The memory that never go is calling me out yonder
And so I make my way, day by day
With the memory of a rose
One stolen hour, a promise made and broken
One blushing bride, one says I will, but not to me
The south winds when they blow
Bring only recollection
There is nothing else to bring
Like me
To the memory of a rose
The south winds when they blow
Bring only recollection
There is nothing else to bring
Like me
To the memory of a rose
