Memories ...
Memories ...
pressed between the pages
of my mind
Memories ...
sweetened thru the ages just
like wine
Quiet thought come floating
down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves
around my feet
I touched them and they burst
apart
with sweet memories,
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple
haze
And laughing eyes and simple
ways
And quiet nights and gentle
days with you
Memories ...
pressed between the pages
of my mind
Memories ...
sweetened thru the ages just
like wine,
Memories, memories, sweet
memories
~Elvis~
