precious memories

precious memories

how they linger

how they ever flood my soul

in the stillness of the midnight

precious

sacred scenes unfold. precious father

loving mother

fly across the lonely years

and old home scenes of my childhood

in fond memory appear. in the stillness of the midnight

echoes from the past i hear

old-time singing

gladness bringing

from that lovely land somewhere. as i travel on life's pathway

know not what the years may hold

as i ponder

hope grows fonder

precious memories flood my soul.