My Little Brown Book - Duke Ellington, John Coltrane

My little brown book

With the silver binding

How it keeps reminding me

Of a memory that’s haunting me

In some quiet nook

I go through its pages

And peruse this ageless tale

Of the love that failed

To ever become true

On this page is the date

Of that fateful night at eight

When we found we were no longer in love

After that there’s nothing more

Just a dark and futile door

That shuts out the stars above

My little brown book

I inscribed your heart vows

But since we’re apart

Now this and that last sweet kiss

Is all that’s left of you

Is all that’s left of you