ELVIS PRESLEY (1968) - Memories
 

Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind

Memories, sweetened through the ages just like wine

 

Quiet thoughts 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 through the ages just like wine

Memories, 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 through the ages just like wine

Memories, memories, sweet memories

Memories