Lyrics:

Sometimes at night when I'm all alone, The sounds of the day fade away; Alone in my room with my memories, 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 Mama singin', Comes driftin' 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, And the winds of yesterday blow on me. I see children at the old swimmin' hole, And fishin' 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; 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.