By Sorrells Pickard
SOFTLY I SEARCH MY MEM'RYS
AND HOPE I MAY FIND YESTERDAY.
AND JUST LIKE HER, MY THOUGHTS WANDER
AND LIKE HER QUIETLY SLIP AWAY.
LOVE BRINGS OUT THE WEAKNESS IN A MAN
AND I'M SO WEAK I JUST CAN'T STAND
TO BE WITHOUT HER,
WITHOUT HER,
WITHOUT HER.
THERE WAS A TIME SHE WALKED WITH ME,
BUT YESTERDAY COMES ONLY ONE TIME.
AND I CAN SEE A TOMORROW
WITH YESTERDAY CLING TO MY MIND.
TIME WILL TAKE HER MEMORY THEY SAY,
BUT IT GETS HARDER EV'RY DAY,
TO LIVE WITHOUT HER,
WITHOUT HER,
WITHOUT HER.