My old scrapbook is hidden away.
I keep it in memory of you.
That old scrapbook is just a bouquet
Of things that we used to do.

Memories haunt me each night in my dreams.
I dream I can still see you there,
Your loving arms held out to me,
And smiling so sweet and so fair.

Don't you remember the happy hours we spent
Swinging on the old swinging bridge?
From June to December together we went,
Swinging on the old swinging bridge.

Memories etc.

We built a dream across the old millstream,
And as the years go on by,
I still keep the memory right here in my heart
And I wonder if you wonder why.

Memories etc.