I am reading today in my book of the past,
From it's pages so yellow and old.
Each memory of you as I read the book through
Is worth more than silver and gold.
I go back to the time I once called you mine
Oh, how happy the sweet long ago.
Each page that I turn seems to make my heart yearn
For the love I no longer share with you.
In this old book of mine many verses I find
That you wrote in the sweet used to be
In my heart there's regret, please forgive and forget
And rewrite all the pages for me