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Where did they go, those old sweet souls

that lingered here for a while

the ones you could count on to lend an ear

the ones that could make you smile

Only in dreams do I see them now

those folks from the by gone days

only in dreams do I hear their voice

and know their familiar ways

Oh I seem to recall those days of old

and was I really there

for familier scenes seem to always bring

thoughts about those whom I really care

Well, they've all gone now

disappeared like the morning mist

gone to a land where the angels sing

and the stars and the moon have kissed

I wonder if they have a meeting place

where they gather around the fold

and reminisce 'bout the olden ways

in those golden days of old

I wonder if Great Grand Pa sits and thinks

'bout his preachin' days on earth

I wonder if Grand Ma still remembers

all those children that she had birthed

I can almost see a gentle smile

and hear the rustle of a petticoat

and I wonder if they still have a real good laugh

about the time Pa turned over in the boat

Oh, those old and gentle and precious souls

how I wish that they were here

and those olden tales that they could tell

I wish I could lend an ear

Well they were strong and were healthy folks

and work for them seemed so hard

but each evening when they crawled into bed

they were happy, fulfilled and tired

And on some days as I sit alone

I can almost feel them near

do they hover above the ones they love

the ones that they still hold dear

Oh those old sweet souls of long ago

they most always make me cry

and I wonder if they'll welcome me into the fold

when it comes my time to die

Oh I have many souls that have passed on o'er

and gone to the paradise realm

and I can hardly wait till it comes my time

and I stand there at the helm

Oh the great reunion that there will be

folks I've not seen for a while

and the thought brings a faster beat to this old heart

and to my face, a happy smile