Precious mem’ries, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.

Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.

In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.

As I travel on life’s pathway,
Know not what the years may hold;
As I ponder, hope grows fonder,
Precious mem’ries flood my soul.

Precious mem’ries, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

— music and lyrics by J. B. F. Wright