There are places you remember,
That sift down to your soul.
They comfort you when you are lonely,
And warm you when you grow old.
A still mountain lake,
Or a summers day.
A day in our youth,
When we were free and played.
Those Thanksgivings days,
And joyful Christmas nights.
That give us peaceful memories,
And fill our insights.
A fathers head pat,
Or a mother's kiss.
That warm our soul
When we're alone and amiss.
So remind us dear Father,
Whether on mountain high or valleys low.
To hold on to our memories,
That give us peace in our soul.
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