(Dolly Parton)
As gentle as soft breezes blowing
As warm as the summer sunshine
As sweet as the dew on the roses
Was the love I used to call mine.
Sweet memories keep on holding
Revealing the past in my mind
But my arms are no longer holding
The love I used to call mine.
Gone are the soft gentle breezes
And gone is the warm summer sunshine
And gone like the dew on the roses
Is the love that I used to call mine
Sweet memories keep on holding
Revealing the past in my mind
Some other arms are now holding
The love I used to call mine.
The love that I used to call mine…
