Christopher Miller

Lyrics

Sacred Mementos

A constant quarter moon burns on your window seat
Lights the hallway for my weary feet
I look in the room where you're fast asleep
Where my Mexican angel dreams

I sit on the floor and I take off my shoes
It's the end of the line for these lonesome blues
I've only been gone a day or two
An eternity it seems

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And I look at the things you hold so dear
You keep them close
You must have them near
These sacred mementos I'm thinking of
Are like this heart of mine
They belong to you, my love

Your yellow dress is draped across the chair
On the table lay the combs you wear in your hair
I see your keepsakes everywhere
Oh, they're keeping your memories warm
Beside your bed lays my mandolin
You wear the bracelet your brother, Michael sent
From some far off place that he had been
It was the gift that he brought home

(Chorus)
And I look at the things you hold so dear
You keep them close
You must have them near
These sacred mementos I'm thinking of
Are like this heart of mine
They belong to you my love

Painted pink flamingos drinking from a stream
A picture of your papa in an antique frame
The soul journal where you keep your dreams
I hope your dreams come true
Your hall is always lit by the quarter moon
Shadow and light play inside your room
Around the things that mean so much to you
Oh, you mean so much to me

(Chorus)
And I look at the things you hold so dear
You keep them close
You must have them near
These sacred mementos I'm thinking of
Are like this heart of mine
They belong to you my love