The Love I Used To Call Mine

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