Lời bài hát: Dan Fogelberg. Souvenirs.

Here is a poem that my lady sent down
Some morning while I was away
Wrote on the back of a leaf that she found
Somewhere around Monterey

And here is the key to a house far away
Where I used to live as a child
They tore down the building when I moved away
And left the key unreconciled

And down in the canyon, the smoke starts to rise
It rides on the wind till it reaches your eyes
When faced with the past
The strongest man cries, cries

And down in the canyon, the smoke starts to rise
It rides on the wind till it reaches your eyes
When faced with the past
The strongest man cries, cries

And here is a sunrise to set on your sill
The ghosts of the dawn moving near
They pass through your sorrow
And leave you quite still, sitting among souvenirs