Memories in Gold (Frankie Laine)   Those melodies that we two crossed years . . .    Have underscored our laughter and our tears   With every phrase we see the . . . past unfold . . .    Like memories in gold.      Some tunes remind us of our childhood days . . .    Sunday afternoons and . . . songs of praise . . .    Reflecting happy times in . . . joys untold . . .    These memories in gold.      From those early nursery rhymes . . .    Through our adolescent times . . .    We find more varied as we went along . . .    And how could we go wrong . . .       And how could we go wrong . . .    With a special song . . .    That would always . . . see us through?      Our lives without them might be . . . cold and bleak . . . Our favorite song is more than words can speak . . .    They helped me win your love to heaven hold . . .    Sweet memories in gold.      When the band played rock and roll . . .    And the people called it soul . . .    Our favorite songs were like a tapestry . . .    Edged in melody . . .    They would always be . . . part of you and . . part of me.       There’s little more to add when . . . songs are sung . . .    The words and music help . . . keep us young . . .    And so we’re not afraid of . . . growing old . . .    With memories . . . let’s hear them, please . . .    Sweet memories in gold.