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,
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,