Memories are funny things,
I hear my favourite singer sing.
And all at once the voice is stored,
I remember them even more.
I visit towns, I see all sight,
I feel the rain, I see the light.
A look or sound can do the same,
A hint that he is back again.
And if I listen close enough,
The voice of his whom I love.
Will stay inside my mind,
For you to recall me anytime.
And then becomes a picture saved,
A snapshot of a happy day.
So lovable life and all it brings,
Because memories are funny things...!