Memories pressed between the pages of my mindMemories sweetened through the ages just like wineQuiet thoughts come floating down and settle softly to the groundLike gold of autumn leaves around my feetI touch them and they burst apart with sweet memoryMade in photograph, covered now with lines and creasesTickets torn in half, memories in bits and piecesTraces of love long ago that didn't work out rightTraces of love of folding hands and red bouquetsAnd twilight streamed in purple hazeAnd laughing eyes and simple waysAnd quiet nights and gentle days with youMemories pressed between the pages of my mindMemories sweetened through the ages just like wineI close my eyes and say a prayerThat in her heart she'll find a trace of love still thereSomewhereMemories pressed between the pages of my mindMemories sweetened through the ages just like wineTickets torn in half, memories pressed between the pages of my mindMemories sweetened through the ages just like wine