As I travel down life's pathway Know not what the years may hold As I ponder, hope grows fonder Precious memories flood my soul Precious father, loving mother Glide across the lonely years And old home's scenes of my childhood Infond memories appears Precious memories, how they linger How they ever flood my soul In the stillness of the midnight Precious sacred scenes unfold
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