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.