BRINGING THE MEMORIES HOME
It's dusk, and the day is fading away.
Soon the night will find me alone.
It's one of those places where time has a way
for bringing the memories home.
It's a season of mind, different this time -
less filled with longing and sorrow.
Less looking back to the country behind;
more looking ahead to tomorrow.
Chorus
Through mellowing years, a new view appears.
Living has colored the passage,
with a golden glow that softens the years,
and brings a whispering message.
Wherever you roam, if you're feeling alone,
try bringing the memories home.
I'm not feeling blue, remembering you.
I'm not even feeling alone.
It's a bit like young lovers in sweet rendezvous,
bringing the memories home.
It's a warm reminisce, a sweet lover's kiss,
remembering joys we have known,
as the day gives way to a lavender mist,
bringing the memories home.
Chorus
Through mellowing years, a new view appears.
Living has colored the passage,
with a golden glow that softens the years,
and brings a whispering message.
Wherever you roam, if you're feeling alone,
try bringing the memories home.
( © 1996 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty Curtis )
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