(Mickey Newbury)

My world is like a river
As dark as it is deep
Night after night the past slips in
And gathers all my sleep.

My days are just an endless stream
Of emptiness for me
Filled only by the fleeting moments
Of her memories.

Sweet memories, sweet memories
I'm clinging to her memories.

She slipped into the silence
Of my dreams last night
Wandering from room to room
Turning on each light.

Her laughter spills like water
From the river to the sea
I'm swept away from sadness
Clinging to her memories.

Sweet memories, sweet memories
I'm clinging to her memories...