As the shadows of time depart,
Gone with the years is a piece of the heart.
Each year holds a loved one dear,
We long to keep them always near.
But as time passes us in truth.
We find gone are the years of our youth.
We see our years grown gray.
We are left only with memories of yesterday.
The pictures and notes that we treasure,
Have brought us endless hours of pleasure.
As memories fade we become sad.
Lost are the moments of joy we had.
Dear Lord, why is it that our memories have to fade.
Why can't we recall them clearly like they were made?
Does this mean we are ready to go home to you?
So we give up the things of this world that we knew.
Someday in years to come when there is no one to care.
Those memories will vanish into thin air.
©Carol G. (Cali) Oliver
January 27, 2008
Used With Permission
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Words & Music By John and Bob Wills
Sequenced by Dick Anderson
Dick Anderson's Country Midi Guitar