MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS. - By Charles Schokman

MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS. – By Charles Schokman

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I came across this song quite by accident

and I am glad I did as it brought back pleasant

memories of my late mum singing it many, many

years ago.

It is a tribute to all those beautiful wives gone

to be with the Lord.

Hope it touches your hearts.

CHORUS:

If those lips could only speak
If those eyes could only see
If those beautiful golden tresses
Were here in reality
Could I only take your hand
As I did when you told my name
But it’s only a beautiful picture
In a beautiful golden frame

It stood in a beautiful mansion
Surrounded by riches untold
And he gazed at the beautiful picture
That hung in a frame of gold
Was the picture of a lady
So beautiful young and fair
To this beautiful life-like vision
He murmured in self-despair

CHORUS

He stood there and gazed on that picture
Then stumbling forgetting all pain
For there in that mansion in fancy
She stood by his side again
His lips softly murmured
The name of his once sweet bride
With his eyes fixed on that picture
He walked from his dream and cried

CHORUS