Love is always bestowed as a gift – freely, willingly and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.

Leo Buscaglia

Bạn cần đăng nhập để download eBook.
 
 
 
 
Precious Memories
Sáng tác:
Warning: Invalid argument supplied for foreach() in /var/www/pghtml/web/motsach/lyrics/lyrics_content_body.php on line 26
Lời nhạc Aretha Franklin: epub ePub PDF A4A4   PDF A5A5   PDF A6A6  
 
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
 
Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.
 
In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.
 
As I travel on life's pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul.