Sheila - Frank Sinatra, Axel Stordahl

Sheila is yesterday’s kiss,

The girl who loved me, the heart that I miss,

At times when old flames reappear,

I cry over souvenirs, or smile at lonely flowers.

Those hours with Sheila, I’ll never regain,

Their light has faded like one summer rain,

But someway I’ll find that someday

When Sheila is mine once again.

(Those hours with Sheila he’ll never regain.)

(Their light has faded, faded like one summer rain)

But someway, I’ll find that someday

When Sheila is mine once again.

(Sheila, Sheila, woooo)