I'll kiss your memory

(...)
Our house looks kind of different
But the empty rooms still mean the same to me
(...)
As though you were here
I'll hold your memories till you reappear

(...)
And I'll cherish all the thoughts you gave to me
And I will wander through the darkness
I'll keep crying one last tear
Now your lips are gone
I'll kiss your memory


I'll kiss your memory
Barry Gibb
1970