Memories, memories, dreams of love so true.
O'er the sea of memory I'm drifting back to you.
Childhood days, wild wood ways
Among the birds and bees.
You left me alone
But still you're my own
In my beautiful memories
I doubt many of you will remember that song, written in 1915, my Granddad used to sing to me,
My challenge for take a Word today. Thank you for looking.
Love and Hugs