Sometimes at night when I'm all alone
The sounds of the day fade away
Alone in my room with my memories
The 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 momma singing comes drifting 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
When the winds of yesterday blow on me
I see children at the old swimming hole
And fishing 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
Oh 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