River of memory

There's an lod ram-shackled shack where in dreams I wandered back
And we listened to those sourhern melodies
Was a place where I was born on a bright October morn
And it's nestled at the end of my river of memory


	Did you ever go sailing down the river of memory
	To a little log cabin that's nestled among the sycamore trees
	Where the sunshine is cheery and nothing in the world grows weary
	As my cabin at the end of my river of memory


There's a mother old and gray at the end of memories way
And I'll meet her there tonight among the trees
And with her welcome she so sweetly beckons me
To my cabin at the end of my river of memory


	* Refrain


When twilight shadows fall, many childhood voices call
Calling back to the good old days that used to be
And in answer to their prayers, I'll soon be sailing there
To my cabin at the end of my river of memory


	* Refrain