Sweet memories There's none as lovely as the old ones And so are even solid gold ones Why did we seek the things we can never keep Days hurry by And nights are following behind them The stains are big, but can we find them Is life a dream or does it just seem to be We run, romp on the sands of time But they're not ever so up high Fall, speaking fast But every now and then, one lingers And if it slips right through your fingers Memories erase but others will take their place Hearts like to beat When memories are soft and sweet Hearts like to beat When memories are soft and sweet