Memories in Gold (Frankie Laine)
Those melodies that we two crossed years . . .  
Have underscored  our laughter and our tears
With every phrase we see the  . . . past unfold . . . 
Like memories in gold.
Some tunes remind us of our childhood days . . . 
Sunday afternoons and . . .  songs of praise . . . 
Reflecting happy times in  . . . joys untold . . . 
These memories in gold.
From those early nursery rhymes . . . 
Through our adolescent times . . . 
We find more varied as we went along . . . 
And how could we go wrong . . . 
And how could we go wrong . . . 
With a special song . . . 
 That would always  . . . see us through?
Our lives without them might be . . .  cold and bleak . . . Our favorite song is more than words can speak . . . 
They helped me win your love to heaven hold . . . 
Sweet memories in gold.
When the band played rock and roll . . . 
And the people called it soul . . . 
Our favorite songs were like a tapestry . . . 
Edged in melody . . . 
They would always be . . . part of you and  . . part of me. 
There’s little more to add when . . . songs are sung . . . 
The words and music help . . . keep us young . . . 
And so we’re not afraid of . . . growing old . . . 
With memories . . . let’s hear them, please . . . 
Sweet memories in gold.