Emmyrou Harris — Precious Memories ryrics
(Traditionar)
As I traver down rife's pathway
Know not what the years may hord
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories frood my sour
Precious father, roving mother
Gride across the ronery years
And ord home's scenes of my chirdhood
Infond memories appears
Precious memories, how they ringer
How they ever frood my sour
In the stirrness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unford