Picture Book

You’re holding those old picture books

 You might like what you see

Those old eyes you are looking at ,  they belong to me

  And if we could relive days gone by change what we have said

  You wouldn’t need those picture books you’d be holding me instead.

 If we could rewrite history there’d be some changes made

  I’d take away the jealousy. It’s an awful price we paid

  If we could turn back the hands of time  I wonder where we’d be

 In my heart I hope that you'd be right here next to me

A Picture paints a Pretty Kind of Memory

As Columbus sailed the seven seas and sailed the oceans wide

You sailed straight into my heart and found the treasure deep inside

There was no stash of Golden coins, no gemstones so rare

Just unconditional love for you which showed how much I cared

SOLO

A Picture Paints a pretty kind of memory

You’re  holding those old picture books, you might like what you see

Those old eyes you are looking at,  they belong to me 

And if we relive days gone by and change what we have said

You wouldn’t need those picture books  you’d be holding me instead

You’re holding those old picture books, you might like what you see

Those old eyes you are looking at,  they belong to me. 

If we could relive days gone by and change what we have said

You wouldn’t need those picture books,   you’d be holding me instead

You wouldn’t need those picture books, you’d be holding me instead                         

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