Frank Sinatra

Waking skies at sunrise, every sunset, too,
Seems to be bringing me memories of you.
Here and there, everywhere - scenes that we once knew,
And they all just recall memories of you.
How I wish I could forget those happy yesteryears
That have left a rosary of tears.
Your face beams in my dreams, 'spite of all I do.
Everything seems to bring memories of you.
How I wish I could forget those, those happy yesteryears
That have left a rosary of tears.
Your face beams in my dreams, 'spite of all I do, and
Everything seems to bring memories of you.