Albert E. Brumley, Jr. все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

There's an old ramshackle shack where in dreams I wander back
And listen to the southern melody
T'was the place where I was born on a bright October morn
And it's nestled at the end of my river of memories

Did you ever go sailing down the river of memories
To the little log cabin that's nestled among the sycamore trees
Where the sunshine is cheery and nothing in the world grows dreary

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I'm pressing on, through this world of care.
Nobody knows, what a load I bear.
But for my Lord, I will bravely stand.
And I know my Lord's gonna lead me out of the this pilgrim land.