Dean Martin

( ^E The sweet, sweet ^B memories you've given me
Y ^E ou can't beat the ^B memories you've given me)
T ^E ake one ^B fresh and ^A tender ^E kiss,
Add one stolen night of bliss,
O ^A ne girl; ^E one boy; s ^B ome grief; ^E some joy:
M ^E emorie ^B s are made of ^E this.
D ^E on't for ^B get a s ^A mall m ^E oonbeam.
Fold it lightly with a dream.
Y ^A our lips a ^E nd mine,
T ^B wo sips of ^E wine:
M ^E emorie ^B s are made of ^E this.
T ^A hen add the wedding bells;
O ^E ne house where lovers dwell;
T ^B hree little kids for the ^E flavor.
S ^A tir carefully through the days ~
S ^E ee how the flavor stays.
T ^F# hese are the dreams you will s ^B avor.

W ^E ith His b ^B lessings ^A from a ^E bove,
S ^E erve it g ^B enerously ^A with ^E love.
O ^A ne man, o ^E ne wife,
O ^B ne love, t ^E hrough life:
M ^E emories ^B are made of ^E this. (X2) ^{A E}