From: Guitar Picker -
Precious Memories

(A) Precious memories, (D) unseen (A) angels.
Sent from somewhere to my (E) soul.
(A) How they linger (D) ever near (A) me.
And the (E) sacred past (A) unfolds.

In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear.
Old time singing, gladness ringing.
From that lovely land somewhere.

(A) Precious memories how they linger,
(D) How they ever flood my (A) soul.
In the stillness (D) of the mid(A)night.
Precious (E) sacred scenes (A) unfold.

As I travel on life's pathway,
I know not what the years may hold.
As I ponder hope grows fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul.