jack jones
toys in the attic
A time for memories returning, A time for heartache and yearning, Shades of blue, crowding through,  as I sit here remembering you. A time for wondering what happened,  for wondering why did it happen. No goodbye, not a sigh, How could love slip away and just dye. I thought that you, the night, the summertime were out of sight and out of mind. Yet here you are the night, the summertime still in my heart, I was blind. A time for memories returning, with too much heartache and yearning, so I better store these dreams away, Like broken toys in the attic the memories of my yesterdays