Memory is a flower you once wore in your hair You were twice as lovely as we vowed that we always would care Memory is a pillow where you once laid your head Memory is a garden where our love ran and played Memory is the first fight the one that tore us apart Memory is the jealousy that drove the trust from my heart Memory is a fireside that warms the heart and the soul Deceit and shame distrust and blame have made the fire grow cold Memory is a costume whose gift won't set me free Memory is a future whose past won't let me be Memory is a lost love forever gone astray You will be my last memory on my dying day