God gave to me a memory,

A blessing in disguise.

For I can see Your face, my dear,

When'ere I close My eyes.

God gave to me a memory,

And all I have to do, Is turn

my face Up to the skies;

And I'm again With you.

God gave to me a memory,

Of a rose Of beauty rare.

So, be it winter, Spring or Fall;

I have Roses Everywhere.

God gave to me a memory,

So, no matter Where I roam;

You'll always be Beside me,

and I'll never Walk alone.