| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan (arr)
As I travel down life's pathway,
Know not what the years may
hold.
As I ponder, hopes grow fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul
Precious
father, loving mother,
Glide across the lonely years.
And old homes scenes of my
childhood
In fond memory appears.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they
ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious sacred scenes unfold |