Memories by Emma Sanders
1st Verse: O memories take me thru the wildwood
I want to ramble o’er the past;
Among those precious scenes of childhood,
O, hide me while life’s storm shall last.
Fond memories bring me smiling faces
And strains of wondrous music rare,
O take me back to those old places
And let me find sweet solace there.
2nd Verse: Down by those streams I love to wander
And hear their murmur soft and low,
As years go by my heart grows fonder
For precious scenes of long ago.
3rd Verse: I love to dream of father, mother,
While trav’ling here from place to place.
Those scenes of home with sister, brother,
The changing years cannot erase.
4th Verse: O bring me tidings of my loved ones,
Unfold sweet visions from that strand.
I strain my ears to catch the music
That wafts to me from gloryland.