Precious Memories – Aretha FranklinBy Precious memories, how they lingerHow they ever flood my soulIn the stillness of the midnightPrecious, sacred scenes unfold.Precious father, loving motherFly across the lonely yearsAnd old home scenes of my childhoodIn fond memory appear.In the stillness of the midnightEchoes from the past I hearOld-time singing, gladness bringingFrom that lovely land somewhere.As I travel on life’s pathwayKnow not what the years may holdAs I ponder, hope grows fonderPrecious memories flood my soul. www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20