Teksty: Ringo Starr. Beaucoups Of Blues. Without Her.

:
(Sorrells Pickard)

Softly i search my mem'rys
And hope i may find yesterday.
And just like her, my thoughts wander
And like her quietly slip away.
Love brings out the weakness in a man
And i'm so weak i just can't stand
To be without her,
Without her,
Without her.

There was a time she walked with me,
But yesterday comes only one time.
And i can see a tomorrow
With yesterday cling to my mind.
Time will take her memory they say,
But it gets harder ev'ry day,
To live without her,
Without her,
Without her.