  Sweet, sweeter, sweetest memories, Of my great, greater, greatest days, Has come and gone but now returns. As I pass the little church door My poor heart yearns. It wants you and those golden hours That held my sweet, sweeter, sweetest memories. When I hear The church organ play, My poor heart Just hums away A million of your melodies And my sweet, sweeter, sweetest memories. All the little birds Just seem to know Of my happy days When you loved me so, For every morn they tenderly sing My sweet, sweeter, sweetest memories. |
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