Precious memories, unseen angels
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Sent from somewhere to my soul
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How they linger, ever near me
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And the sacred scenes unfold.
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Precious memories, how they linger
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How they ever flood my soul
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In the stillness of the midnight
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Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
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Precious father, loving mother
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Fly across the lonely years
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And old home scenes of my childhood
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In fond memory appear.
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In the stillness of the midnight
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Echoes from the past I hear
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Old-time singing, gladness bringing
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From that lovely land somewhere.
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I remember mother praying
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Father, too, on bended knee
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Sun is sinking, shadows falling
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But their prayers still follow me.
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As I travel on life's pathway
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Know not what the years may hold
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As I ponder, hope grows fonder
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Precious memories flood my soul.
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Precious Memories
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Willie Nelson |