Show I M fy wrence awrence Do not deny your little ones The blessed ministry of song The days of childhood are so brief r And after years are often long y But music in the twilight brings Sweet memories of long ago ttY And in our hearts we live a again ain Those happy times we r used to know The songs my mother sang to me f The songs I sang in in w b So closet closely bind me to my youth f fI I find i it t hard to check the tears emu When now I hear their soft refrain r How fine that sentiment that clings In wistful loyalty to home And memories that music brings 4 s II ie 1 1 I 4 V f r a o o. o |