It's just an old-fashioned locket and a curl,
That frames an old-fashioned picture of a girl,
If she were only here today, that little girl who went away,
Her golden hair, so young and fair,
Would now be silver-grey.
She had an old-fashioned sweetness in her smile,
That makes her picture seem to me a priceless pearl,
Throughout its long and empty years,
I've shed a lot of lonely tears,
Upon that old-fashioned locket and a curl.
Instrumental
Sitting by the fireside, where the embers faintly glow,
Memories come to me of the long ago,
In my hand I gently hold a little souvenir,
And when I think of her, I shed a silent tear,
Upon an old-fashioned locket and a curl
That frames an old-fashioned picture of a girl,
If she were only here today, that little girl who went away,
Her golden hair, so young and fair
Would now be silver-grey.
She had an old-fashioned sweetness in her smile,
That makes her picture seem to me a priceless pearl,
Throughout its long and empty years,
I've shed a lot of lonely tears,
Upon that old-fashioned locket and a curl.

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