Heather P Wilson - Memory So Selective lyrics

My memory`s selective Now I`m working hard To store up pure happiness And rubbish discard, There is no room inside For grudges and tears Or troubles I suffered In far long ago years. I`m remembering the sunshine Lighting up a rose petal, A beautiful bu*terfly Dancing on a new baby nettle, The voice of a cuckoo as it flew by When it enhanced the rainbow In the sight of my eye. All the flowers in their glory That arrive in the Spring, Birds building their nests As they happily sing. So much pleasure my memory can store There is no space For negative thoughts anymore.