Paroles de Things Her Memory Makes

I hear sounds from the kitchen every morning And sounds of happy laughter through the day It's almost morn and my poor old heart can't take For the lonely sounds that her mem'ry makes I see footprints in the garden by her roses And footprints in the yard seem to stay Each time I see the footprints my heart just breaks For the lonely footprints that her mem'ry makes I feel her touch on my cheek every evening And two arms wrapped around me every night But to feel the touch when there's no one to tuch Is more than I can take For these are things that her mem'ry makes For these are things that her mem'ry makes