Souvenir of Me
- Geoffrey Clarfield
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Word and Music © 2025 by Geoffrey Clarfield.
Souvenir of Me
It was long before this time
And I couldn't raise a dime
But I could not forget
That I loved you
And you met the train on time
With a face that looked divine
But I couldn't ask the Lord
To stop you goin'
Did you not remain with any fire
Upon your breast
Somethin' just a souvenir of me
Grown men shouldn't cry
When ladies head out west
But that rule
Don't hold for me
We were children holdin' hands
On our parents' newborn land
When my father axed the tree
That stood beside me
And your heart was on that tree
Where you wrote that you and me
Would never part from each other
Without knowin'
Did you not remain with any fire
Upon your breast
Somethin' just a souvenir of me
Grown men shouldn't cry
When ladies head out west
But that rule
Don't hold for me
The snow spreads on the land
And I see my wrinkled hands
Holdin' an axe that doesn't know
Whose hand it's holdin'
And do you ever grieve for me
And our promise by the tree
It's somethin' gone
But in my heart I feel it growin'
Did you not remain with any fire
Upon your breast
Somethin' just a souvenir of me
Grown men shouldn't cry
When ladies head out west
But that rule
Don't hold for me
It was long before this time
When I couldn't raise a dime
But I couldn't help to think
That I loved you
And you met the train on time
With a face that looked divine
But I couldn't ask the Lord
To stop you goin'
Did you not remain with any fire
Upon your breast
Somethin' just a souvenir of me
Grown men shouldn't cry
When ladies head out west
That rule
Don't hold for me
That rule
Don't hold for me
That rule
Don't hold for me