Things Her Memory Makes Lyrics - Del Reeves

I hear sounds from the kitchen every morning 

And sounds of happy laughter through the day 

It's almost morn and my poor old heart can't take 

For the lonely sounds that her mem'ry makes 

I see footprints in the garden by her roses 

And footprints in the yard seem to stay 

Each time I see the footprints my heart just breaks 

For the lonely footprints that her mem'ry makes 

I feel her touch on my cheek every evening 

And two arms wrapped around me every night 

But to feel the touch when there's no one to tuch 

Is more than I can take 

For these are things that her mem'ry makes 

For these are things that her mem'ry makes