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.