Yes, there are many precious memories
that I would like to recall.
And there are some things that I would surely
like to forget.
I've been up
and I've been down.
And sometimes just in between.
But you know something, neighbors?
I haven't reached my highest mountain yet.
Yes, I know God's blessed me.
Time and time and time again.
And these blessings far exceed my deepest woe.
I've had the help of loved ones and many friends who stood by me.
And
without their faith,
I would have given up a long, long time ago.
I remember my boyhood days
back in Pontipre, South Wales.
I remember the summers and that
cold Welsh rain.
You know, sometimes I wish I could go back
and relive yesterday.
And for
a while,
be my mommy's little boy again.
You know, folks,
the things that matter most in
this whole world,
money just can't buy.
Sweet love,
precious memories that will live on
and on and on and on.
And I remember,
Lord,
when I stumbled,
sometimes fall,
I would wonder
why.
But I remember
that I will never, never, never walk alone.
Yes, these precious memories
are the things that matter most
to me.