Precious Memories

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When my Father had a critical brain bleed in his early 70’s requiring surgery, as he was recuperating one of the things my sister, Carol, and I did was sing to him. He told me his favorite song was “Precious Memories.” I contacted my choir director and had him fax the music to me at the hospital in Atlanta. Carol, Mother, and I sang it to Daddy while he was still very ill after surgery. I asked him what his precious memories were. His barely audible response was, “my children”. That and other times with Daddy are precious memories to us.

Precious memories, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul.
How they linger ever near me,
And the sacred past unfolds.

Precious memories how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight.
Precious sacred scenes unfold.

In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear.
Old time singing, gladness ringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.

Precious memories how they linger,
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight.
Precious sacred scenes unfold.

As I travel on life’s pathway,
I 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.

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