Date recorded: November 06, 2015
Words by: John Braselton Fillmore Wright
Music by: John Braselton Fillmore Wright
Precious memories, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.
Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old home-scenes of my childhood,
In fond memory appears.
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.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious sacred scenes unfold.