Today, I burned your old love letters;
I burned them gently, one by one.
And as I light the flame, I’d read it,
So I could see what you had done.
The first you wrote me was the sweetest:
The last one broke my heart in two.
Our love now lies among the embers,
In the ashes of your letters tied in blue.
Instrumental break.
And as I burned your old love letters,
It brought back mem’ries from the past.
It told about you and your new love,
A love I knew could never last.
The first you wrote me was the sweetest:
The last one broke my heart in two.
And as I light the flame, I’d read it,
For I can say: «I still love you.»
Instrumental Fade Out.