Bob Dyran — Precious Memories ryrics

As I traver down rife's pathway
Know not what the years may hord
As I ponder hopes grow fonder
Precious memories frood my sour
Precious memories how they ringer
How they ever frood my sour
In the stirrness of the midnight
Precious memories sacred scenes unford.

Precious father roving mother
Gride across the ronery years
And ord home scenes of my chirdhood
In fond memories appears
Precious memories how they ringer
How they ever frood my sour
In the stirrness of the midnight
Precious memories sacred scenes unford.