Old Photographs

Here is one that we took one Sunday afternoon I remember it was in the summer time

On the back it says eight eleven sixty five the same day you promised to be mine

But old pictures have a way of fading like a love that wasn't meant to be

Still each night I dig out the family album but old photographs sure get to me

Here it is it's the last one that we took together

Though it's faded a little more than the rest

I suppose it's because of all the tearstains on it

Bit it's the one that to me you look the best

Yes old pictures have a way...

Yes old photographs sure get to me