Photograph - Ray Conniff

Every time I see Your face,

It reminds Me of the places,

We used to go.

But all I got is a Photograph

And I realize You’re not coming back

Anymore.

I thought I’d make it

The day You went away,

But I can’t make it

Till You come home again

To stay-yi-yay-yi-yay.

I can’t get used to living here,

While My heart is broke,

My tears I cried for You.

I want You here to have and hold,

As the years go by

And We grow old and grey.

(MUSIC)

Now You’re expecting Me

To live without You,

But that’s not something

That i’m looking forward to.

I can’t get used to living here,

While My heart is broke,

My tears I cried for You.

I want You here to have and hold,

As the years go by

And We grow old and grey.

Every time I see Your face,

It reminds Me of the places,

We used to go.

But all I got is a Photograph

And I realize You’re not coming back

Anymore.

Every time I see Your face,

It reminds Me of the places,

We used to go.

But all I got is a Photograph

And I realize You’re not coming back

Anymore.

Every time I see Your face,

It reminds Me of the places,

We used to go.

But all I got is a Photograph…