Memories
Billy Strange, Mac Davis
Memories
Pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories
Sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thoughts come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with
Sweet memories
Sweet memories
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you
Memories
Pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories
Sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Memories
Memories
Sweet memories