And That Reminds Me

(album: Love Letters - 1962)

I hear the sound of music
Your favorite kind of music
And that reminds me, dear, of you
I see the summer roses
Your favorite shade of roses
And that reminds me too
Of you, dear

If I could hear no music
If there could be no roses
No summer nights to make me dream as I do
I still would not forget you
One thing would still be true
My heart reminds me
I miss you
(Miss you so)

I hear the sound of music
Your favorite kind of music
And that reminds me, dear, of you
I see the summer roses
Your favorite shade of roses
And that reminds me too
Of you, dear

If I could hear no music
If there could be no roses
No summer nights to make me dream as I do
I still would not forget you
One thing would still be true
My heart reminds me
I love you

(Miss you so)