Teksty: Iron & Wine. Weary Memory.

Found your mittens behind a box of pictures

You would wear them before I brewed the tea

That's one memory I can easily conjure

A weary memory I can always see



Found your rosary broken into pieces

Every night, by the bed, you'd kiss the beads

Those are moments that I can always relive

Weary memories I can always see



Found a photo of you when we were married

Leaning back on a broken willow tree

That's one memory that I choose to carry

A weary memory I can always see