Bob Dylan - Precious Memories текст песни

As I travel down lifes pathway,

Know not what the years may hold.

As I ponder, hopes grow fonder,

Precious memories flood my soul

Precious father, loving mother,

Glide across the lonely years.

And old homes scenes of my childhood

In fond memory appears.

Precious memories, how they linger

How they ever flood my soul.

In the stillness of the midnight,

Precious sacred scenes unfold.