Written / performed / produced by Bob Forbes. Dedicated to my friend Inge and her beloved late Helmut.
Lyrics
In the attic is hidden treasures,
Lost memories wrapped in dust.
Faded photographs and correspondence,
Remnants of our beloved past.
Events of yesterday, happenings from afar.
Relics of the past, like distant stars.
Each piece tells a story of joy and pain,
In the fragments of time searching the love again.
Old vinyl records that are worn and skipping,
That played songs that once filled the air,
Each crackle and pop, a sweet reminder,
Of the happiness we used to share.
Events of yesterday, happenings from afar.
Relics of the past, like distant stars.
Each piece tells a story of joy and pain,
In the fragments of time searching the love again.
So let's cherish these relics of yesterday,
Hold them close and never let them fade.
In the tapestry of our lives they will forever, ever last.
Our seamless lives, timeless memories of the past.
Events of yesterday, happenings from afar.
Relics of the past, like distant stars.
Each piece tells a story of joy and pain,
In the fragments of time searching the love again.
Copyright 2024; Bob Forbes