The Memory 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 Of A Rose is calling me out yonder

And so I make my way, day by day

To the Memory Of A Rose

One stolen hour, one promise made and broken

One blushing bride, who says I will, but not to me

The south winds as they blow

bring only recollection

And so I make my way, day by day, with the Memory Of A Rose