Show TIM THE ROAD noad TO REX its sweet to walk along the toads roads that lead to Menior Memory ville the grasses tall an ana d the little stream and the mill that is long since still the dandelions and the daisies white to cheer us on our way and the little birds that sweetly called to us at break ot of day oh its nice to linger along the road and grip old me morys hand to know that you used to walk there too and play in the rough dry sand and its blissful to dream of your supay sunny face and the days when we were young and hear again the tone of your voice and the chattering of 0 your tongue the 0 old d barbed wire fence we loved and the tren dils by the post the tall oak trees and pop ulars straight which did we love the most the meadow larks were numerous the robins came to build the springtime was a happy time each passing passin 9 hour was filled along the stream we used to wall walk so handsomely in love and all the world was beautiful so was the sky above we never of future days but lived each day in peace and never guessed that days like ilke these I 1 would ever have to cease I we dreamed the happy alays ot of love so like a sweet caress our hearts were filled with longing ano and a wish avish tor for happiness we know our lives were filled to overflowing brims nor did we realize how fast old time much pleasure trims but now old Memory villes the place that we must walk valk and gaze there are no other gates tor for us to enter bygone days J j we may not realize again those hours that we played plaud nov NOT climb again the wire fince fence nor in the deep stream wade but as the sun sets on the scene and we look out to see the olden days in touch me tenderly and though we have seen loving ov ng long and life held golden dreams still how hew we love to sit and watch its shadows in sunbeams ali ah sweet it is dear heart to know the road to Memory ville to walk along its flowery lanes and feel loves sweet old thrill so sweet to know that can stroll along its silvery paths each day and see some little incident I 1 that sanctified sanc tilled the way iray |