Memories - Mac Davis

Memories

Pressed between the pages of my mind

Memories

Sweetened thru the ages just like wine

Quiet thoughts come floating down

And settle softly to the ground

Like golden autumn leaves around my feet

I touched them and they burst apart with

Sweet memories

Sweet memories

Of holding hands and red bouquets

And twilight trimmed in purple haze

And laughing eyes and simple ways

And quiet nights and gentle days with you

Memories

Pressed between the pages of my mind

Memories

Sweetened thru the ages just like wine

Memories

Memories

Sweet memories