precious memories how they linger
how they ever flood my soul
i saw an old man standing
by a church that was condemned
so i stopped and shook his hand
and i began to talk to him through his tears
the conversation lasted for a while
as he took me back over seventy years
to when he was a child
he said you see this little church
is where i first learned how to pray
back in nineteen twenty two june
the sixth when i got saved
and in this little classroom where i first met my wife
and for fifty years each and every day
to the church we gave our lives
that was in the good old days
friends loved one another
back in the good old days
where we helped our sisters and brothers
in my heart i still believed that we could find a way
to get it back to how it used to be
back in the good old days
he told me about his boy who got saved when he was four
and he showed me where they prayed
before his son went off to war
as he pointed to the graveyard
where his wife and son now lay
he raised up his hands and said
i'll see him again someday
and it'll be like the good old days
friends love one another
back in the good old days
where we helped our sisters and brother
and i'll never have to worry about trying
to find a way
to get it back to how it used to be
back in the good old days
because heaven will be much sweeter than it was
in the good old days
precious memories
how they linger