This old house in which I live whispers secrets in my ear, These old rafters sheltered settlers, long gone, but seem quite near Some mornings when its quiet, I swear I hear the clatter, Cobb and Co watering horses, passengers cheerful chatter.
In the kitchen, I've caught the smell of freshly baking bread, Seen toffee apples all lined up, dipped and shiny red. I've seen a woman stooped and bent older than her years, Busy working, always working, she has no time for tears.
There's a bedroom down the hall that looks across the back, Where I found a note all rolled up and pushed in a crack. "I'm goin off to do me bit and kick the Kaisers bum, know I never prayed before, but please look after mum.
In the bathroom on the wall, there's a worn and broken old brass hook, fancy from it hung a razor strap, you can see should you look. I've heard splashing in the water, there's been kids in that old bath, Did they dry themselves and giggle, by the open fire hearth.
Some nights when its late and I lay quiet in my bed, There's the sobbing of a mother, whose son gone to war, sadly now lays In the parlor often, I've heard a piano's happy tune, Someone plays a banjo and others try to croon.
The apple tree still wears the scar, where once there was a swing, And in the washhouse behind the copper, I chanced upon a ring A tiny golden band, worn thin from years of toil, Sometimes I feel her presence, as she brings clothes to boil.
There's been joy and tears of sorrow, of that it seems quite clear, You see, This old house in which l live whispers secrets in my ear.
This old house in which I live whispers secrets in my ear, These old rafters sheltered settlers, long gone, but seem quite near Some mornings when its quiet, I swear I hear the clatter, Cobb and Co watering horses, passengers cheerful chatter.In the kitchen, I've caught the smell of freshly baking bread, Seen toffee apples all lined up, dipped and shiny red. I've seen a woman stooped and bent older than her years, Busy working, always working, she has no time for tears.There's a bedroom down the hall that looks across the back, Where I found a note all rolled up and pushed in a crack. "I'm goin off to do me bit and kick the Kaisers bum, know I never prayed before, but please look after mum.In the bathroom on the wall, there's a worn and broken old brass hook, fancy from it hung a razor strap, you can see should you look. I've heard splashing in the water, there's been kids in that old bath, Did they dry themselves and giggle, by the open fire hearth.Some nights when its late and I lay quiet in my bed, There's the sobbing of a mother, whose son gone to war, sadly now lays In the parlor often, I've heard a piano's happy tune, Someone plays a banjo and others try to croon.The apple tree still wears the scar, where once there was a swing, And in the washhouse behind the copper, I chanced upon a ring A tiny golden band, worn thin from years of toil, Sometimes I feel her presence, as she brings clothes to boil.There's been joy and tears of sorrow, of that it seems quite clear, You see, This old house in which l live whispers secrets in my ear.
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