My Fathers House

The gable wall is all that’s left now
The old thatched cottage has fallen down
I dry my eyes as I fondly remember
The days of long ago when I was young
In my father’s house we were poor but rich in love
No TV but music there was plenty of
My mama hummed her melodies and we all sang along
In my father’s house when I was young
The years have passed and times are changing
The rambling house has almost gone
But still I hear the laughter of children
Just like long ago when I was young
In my father’s house we were poor but rich in love
No TV but music there was plenty of
My mama hummed her melodies and we all sang along
In my father’s house when I was young
In our father’s house when we were young