As I have gotten older I think of years gone by. My mother loved me very much And, I was the apple of daddy's eye. Mother taught us right from wrong As she taught the "Golden Rule". She'd always say, "Have a good day" As she sent us off to school. Of course we had our problems As all good families do. But, with our trust and faith in God The sun came shining through. I remember fishing trips we took A tent was our home at night. I remember the campfire glowing As we told stories by firelight. Those days are gone forever, They now live in my memory. And, forever I will thank the Lord For the life He gave to me. ©Gloria Martel 2001 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Website Mail


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"When I Grow Too Old To Dream"
Sequenced by Frank Schober
Grandpa Schober's Original Midi Files