By Sorrells Pickard



SOFTLY I SEARCH MY MEM'RYS

AND HOPE I MAY FIND YESTERDAY.

AND JUST LIKE HER, MY THOUGHTS WANDER

AND LIKE HER QUIETLY SLIP AWAY.





LOVE BRINGS OUT THE WEAKNESS IN A MAN

AND I'M SO WEAK I JUST CAN'T STAND

TO BE WITHOUT HER,

WITHOUT HER,

WITHOUT HER.





THERE WAS A TIME SHE WALKED WITH ME,

BUT YESTERDAY COMES ONLY ONE TIME.

AND I CAN SEE A TOMORROW

WITH YESTERDAY CLING TO MY MIND.





TIME WILL TAKE HER MEMORY THEY SAY,

BUT IT GETS HARDER EV'RY DAY,

TO LIVE WITHOUT HER,

WITHOUT HER,

WITHOUT HER.