Lyrics

Here in my hand I'm holding Stories of days of old Keepsakes of memory No one knows what they mean to me Faded and worn, fingered and torn Just a bundle of old love letters I kiss each one and though I'm pretending It's a beautiful play with an unhappy ending Weary and blue, I read them through They're all I have now of you Teardrops of mine between every line Just a bundle of old love letters Now I'm weary and blue, I read them through They're all I have now of you Teardrops of mine between every line Just a bundle of old love letters Teardrops of mine between every line Just a bundle of old love letters