MEMORY

Mid night.

Not a sound from the pave ment.

Has the moon lost her mem ’ry?

She is smil ing a lone.

In the lamp light the with ered leaves col lect at my feet

and the wind

be gins to moan.

Mem ’ry

all a lone in the moon light

I can smile at the old days,

I was beau ti ful then.

I re mem ber the time I knew what hap pi ness was,

let the mem

be live a moan.

gain.

Ev ’ry street lamp seems

to beat

a fa tal is tic warn ing.

The Some one mut ters and a street lamp gut ters

and soon it will be morn ing.

Day light.

I must wait for the sun rise,

I must think of a new life

and I must n’t give in.

When the dawn comes, to night will be a mem o ry too

and a new day

will be gin.

dawn ing.

Touch me.

It’s so eas y to leave me

all a lone with the mem ’ry

of my days in the sun.

If you touch me you’ll un der stand what hap pi ness is.

Look a new day

has be gun.