As gentle as soft breezes blowing as warm as the summer sunshine

As sweet as the dew on the roses was the love I used to call mine

Sweet memories keep on holding revealing the past in my mind

But my arms are no longer holding the love I used to call mine

Gone are the soft gentle breezes and gone is the warm summer sunshine

And gone like the dew on the roses is the love that I used to call mine

Sweet memories keep on holding revealing the past in my mind

Some other arms arms are now holding the love I used to call mine

The love that I used to call mine