The call of old memories in my life when I was young.
Call Of Memories
I grew up in the country with nature around.
The country music had a Bluegrass sound.
Happy and contented in the life I was living.
Neighbors helped others with their giving.
I was raised poorly but love was strong.
Dad played his fiddle and sang a song.
My Dad was a good and honorable man.
Who was respected in the country land.
He taught me well by setting an example.
We were poor everything else was ample.
Miss the days I learned about pleasures.
Bluegrass sound was a music treasure.
Thoughts hidden deep down in my mind.
Are memories of another place and time.
When I was young and my knowledge told.
And the future was mine to have and hold.
Then I thought all dreams would come true.
Simply by wishing and hoping for them too.
When the world was mine without any pain.
So I'd explore without the cold or falling rain.
Now I live far away from those country hills.
I live in the city with all its burdens and bills.
I would trade all that I've to go back in time.
Relive the memories I hold precious of mine.
I'll always have the deep memories so fine.