The scrapbook is covered with decades of dust tucked away on a shelf
He shuffles over and picks it up, sits there by himself
Inside are memories of time long ago, first time that they met
Waiting in line at Elvis's show, those pictures never forget
All those photos, mementos faded to brown
Hints of a love they often found and showing they covered a whole lot of ground in their lives
Ain't it nice, ain't it nice, ain't it nice, those pictures of paradise
The box in the closet contains all the reels
8mm's of Jenny and Neil, all neatly labeled but some of them peeling away
He plugs the projector into the wall
Threads all the celluloid darkens the hall and oh what a joy for him to recall those days
With those photos mementos faded to brown
The children are playing splashing around, he swears he can hear 'em without any sound anyway
Ain't it nice, ain't it nice, ain't it nice, those pictures of paradise
Time flies and bright eyes grow dim, now with mama gone he sits alone remembering
With those photos mementos faded to brown
Hints of a love they often found and showing they covered a whole lot of ground in their lives
All those photos mementos faded to brown he's wiping a tear that's trickling down
A quiet reminder that they're still around in his mind
Ain't it nice, ain't it nice, ain't it nice, those pictures of paradise, ain't it nice, those pictures of paradise