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Sometimes at night ... when I'm all alone
The sounds of the day ... fade away
Alone in my room ... with my memories
Winds of yesterday blow on me
I hear country music on ... the radio
The way that it was ... a long time ago
And the sound of Mama singin ... comes driftin' through the trees
When the winds of yesterday blow on me
I see a moon so bright ... over cotton fields of white
The fragrance of magnolias ride the breeze
And that little two room school ... where I learned the Golden Rule
And the winds of yesterday blow on me
I see children at the old ... swimmin' hole
And fishin' on the river ... with an old cane pole
Each memory is so dear ... each face ... is so clear
When the winds of yesterday blow on me
I can hear the choir sing ... how their voices ring
I remember the words ... to each song
And that old preacher man ... once more sets my heart at ease
When the winds of yesterday ... blow on me
When the winds of yesterday ... blow on me