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 past unfolds.
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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 appears
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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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I remember Mother praying
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Father too, on bended knee
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the sun is sinking, shadows falling
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but their prayers still follow me
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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 memories fill my soul.
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Precious Memories
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| Alan Jackson |
