My memories take me back,
To the place where I was born.
The house was old and roomy,
But at least it kept us warm.

There were seven children,
And we took a lot of care.
No matter what our need was,
Mom and Dad were always there.

There never was enough money,
Tho' Dad worked day and night.
We had plenty to eat and a lot of love,
That made everything alright.

Then as we all grew older,
One by one left home.
I didn't think about then,
That one day they would be gone.

Both Mom and Dad have passed now,
And they don't live there anymore.
The next time that I see them,
Will be at Heaven's door.

Oh, these "Precious Memories,"
Everyday that I unfold.
I wouldn't trade a single one,
For all the rich man's gold.

May God Bless You
With Precious Memories