Emery County High School - Spartan Yearbook (Castle Dale, UT)

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4 Friday night it was late I was walking you home We got down to the gate and I was dreaming of the night Would it turn out right? I will tell you girl I want to build my world around you Tell you that it’s true I want to make you understand I’m talking about a lifetime plan. That's the way it began We were hand in hand Glen Miller's band was better than before We yelled and screamed for more and I wanted you and envy made us dance across the room It ended all too soon On the way back home I promised you would never be alone. Hurry don’t be late I can hardly wait I said to myself when we re old We'll go dancing in the dark walking through the park and reminiscing. Friday night it was late I was walking you home We got down to the gate and I was dreaming of the night Would it turn out right? Now as the years roll on Each time we hear our favorite song Memories come along Older times we re missing Spending the hours reminiscing. Hurry, don’t be late I can hardly wait I said to myself when we re old We ll go dancing in the dark Walking through the park and reminiscing. Reminiscing «1978 FIBERCHEM INTERNATIONAL B.V. All Administrative Rights for the U S A Canada controlled by COLGEM-EMI MUSIC INC All Rights Reserved Used by Permission of WARNER BROS MUSIC

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Little Town So long this little town was my whole world: Deep sky. low-lying hills, and waters purled. My home now wears an unfamiliar face; New owners always want to change a place. The faces that I loved are there no more: A modern shop replaced the country store The small schoolhouse has long outgrown its need; New buildings stand where farmers planted seed. Beloved old church has fallen to decay: The white spires of a new one greet the day. All is not changed; the hills remain the same: The sunset dies with well-remembered flame The sun-baked slopes still yield the ripened gram; The cows trudge to the pasture, down the lane And when the valley dons its cloak of white. The lights glow in the darkness of the night. But most of all. when lilacs drip with rain. My memories and my heartstrings they enchain