Jenny's Souvenirs - Conway Twitty

Exchanging, yes, I do’s

Forever’s coming true

Two needing hearts unite

Captured in black and white

Gathered on yellowed walls

Sixty years says it all

The loving, the laughter, still after years

Are kept alive in Jenny’s souvenirs

Tickets from picture shows

Dried roses, Christmas bows

Keepsakes from country fairs

Stocked up her vintage wears

She’d never throw them out

Things they could live without

He’d kid her and tell her, «You're silly, dear»

And he would laugh at Jenny’s souvenirs

Shines on his shaking hand

That ageless wedding band

Reminds him and finds him without her near

And now he lives on Jenny’s souvenirs

He gets by on Jenny’s souvenirs