■A flower remembered
A flower remembered can never wither;
Forever blooming as bright as day,
Its fragrance lingering like music softly playing,
A gentle voice thatʼs saying, “Iʼll never fade away.”
 
I hear the echoes of many voices;
Sometimes theyʼre distant, sometimes so clear;
Through all the sounds of life they seem to whisper,
ʻWill you remember, will you remember, will you
remember?ʼ
 
The birds fly homeward across my valley
Toward the mountains all white with snow;
The birds are gone now, the mountain snows have melted,
But still I see their beauty, these scenes of long ago
 
The birds still fly in other valleys;
The mountain snows have turned to streams;
All things must pass, but memories are lasting:
We will remember, we will remember, we will remember.