This House A home

As I stand beside the old homestead
where the leaves are overgrown
I’m thinking of my childhood days
and this place I once called home
I can see my dear old mother
as we walked in the door
t’was the heart and soul of our household
in those bygone days of your
Oh I wish I could go back in time
and turn back the years
relive again the memories
of the good times we had here
Oh a house is just a building
of mortar, brick and stone
It was my father’s and,
my mother’s love
that made this house a home.
Oh the nights beside the open fire
telling stories everyone
when my father played the fiddle
and the old accordion
My mother had a heart of gold
greeting neighbours in the hall
'neath the flicker of that old oil lamp
casting shadows on the wall.
Oh I wish I could go back in time
and turn back the years
relive again the memories
of the good times we had here
Oh a house is just a building
of mortar, brick and stone
It was my father’s and,
my mother’s love
that made this house a home.
Instrumental
The sights and sounds of yesterday
I can see and hear them still
The binders in the corn fields
and the hum of the thrashing mill
As I stand beside the old homestead
the rain comes softly down
like all so many teardrops
dripping softly on the ground.
Oh I wish I could go back in time
and turn back the years
relive again the memories
of the good times we had here
Oh a house is just a building
of mortar, brick and stone
It was my father’s and,
my mother’s love
that made this house a home.
Oh I wish I could go back in time
and turn back the years
relive again the memories
of the good times we had here
Oh a house is just a building
of mortar, brick and stone
It was my father’s and,
my mother’s love
that made this house a home.
It was my father’s and,
my mother’s love
that made this house a home.