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PACKING UP THE PAST

Packing up the past. Sifting through the years.
Finding all those treasures of the heart.
Faded photographs. Smiling days, and tears.
Woven through my soul with lover's art.

It's not a sad goodbye. They travel with me.
It's a treasure memory can hold.
Even small mementos, they can lift me.
Packing up the past that won't grow old.

Chorus
Packing up the past. Heading down the Road.
Into the Future always up ahead.
Memories that last, lighten up the load,
and weave upon the dark with golden thread,.
a Tapestry that lasts.
Take the time for packing up the past.

When I'm moving on, I am not alone.
The company of memory comes along.
All the times I've known, they're my moving home,
and live within me like tomorrow's song.

Packing up the past. Sifting through the years.
Finding all those treasures of the heart.
Faded photographs. Smiling days, and tears.
Woven through my soul with lover's art.

Chorus
Packing up the past. Heading down the Road.
Into that Future always up ahead.
Memories that last, lighten up the load,
and weave upon the dark with golden thread,
a Tapestry that lasts.
Take the time for packing up the past.

( © 2004 -"Future Folk" Music - Betty J. Curtis )