Toys In The Attic - Jack Jones

A time for memories returning,

A time for heartache and yearning,

Shades of blue, crowding through,

as I sit here remembering you.

A time for wondering what happened,

for wondering why did it happen.

No goodbye, not a sigh,

How could love slip away and just dye.

I thought that you, the night, the summertime

were out of sight and out of mind.

Yet here you are the night, the summertime

still in my heart, I was blind.

A time for memories returning,

with too much heartache and yearning,

so I better store these dreams away,

Like broken toys in the attic the memories

of my yesterdays