You remind me of feather pillows
Georgia dawns and weeping willows
Days of summer, long ago
Angel wings in fallen snow

You remind me of piano keys
A little sharp on middle C
Dust on soundboard, vase of roses
Roaring fire where hound dog dozes

You remind me
How sweet it all can be
How to whisper, how to sing
Of the passion that we brought to everything
Of the promise that was Spring
You remind me love is nothing
But the best that life can bring

You remind me of radio plays
In the "Golden Age of Radio" days
When imagination still was king
Didn't need to see everything

You remind me of shooting stars
Life was a joy, if the living was hard
Rewards were few, and patience thin
It was easy to begin again
You remind me
How sweet it all can be

You remind me of feather pillows
Georgia dawns, and weeping willows
Days of summer, long ago
Angel wings in fallen snow

You remind me of piano keys
A little sharp in middle C
Dust on soundboard, vase of roses
A roaring fire where a hound dog dozes

You remind me
How sweet it all can be
How to whisper, how to sing
Of the passion we brought to everything
Of the promise that was Spring
You remind me love is nothing
But the best that life can bring