Precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul.

In the stillness of the midnight, precious, sacred scenes unfold.

Precious father, loving mother, fly across the lonely years.

I, the old home scene, of my childhood, in fond memory appear.

Precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul.

In the stillness of the midnight, precious, sacred scenes unfold.

In the stillness of the midnight, echoes from the past I hear.

Old time singing, gladness bringing, from that lovely land somewhere.

Precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul.

In the stillness of the midnight, precious, sacred scenes unfold.

Precious, sacred scenes unfold.