HOMEPLACE

A hundred years we climbed her stairs,
A hundred years we sheltered there,
A grand old house; a homeplace for us all.
The sound of laughter, the sound of tears
Have echoed through those halls so dear;
Generations are born and die
Smelling coffee, hearing bacon fry;
A screech owl's in the tree outside
On those long summer nights….

    A hundred years of love; a hundred years of memories!
    This house has been a home.
    A hundred years of love; a hundred years of memories
    This house has been a home;
    She's never been alone.

Bucket-drawn water from the well,
Old stories told, new tales to tell;
We gather there to join our hearts each year.
Babies rocked to sleep on the front porch swing,
Cool, fresh air as the night birds sing.
The babies grow up, have children of their own
And can't wait to take them to their old Virginia home.
No matter where we've lived, no matter where we've roamed
She has welcomed her family home---

    For a hundred years of love
    A hundred years of memories
    This house has been a home;
    She's never been alone
    Until now, until now!

Dreams start to fade with each passing day
        And she can't do a thing as they slip away;
        Watch them slip away….

The stove's stone cold and her lights aren't on;
She waits in the darkness for the day to dawn.
Surely he'll come today--why has he gone?
No sounds of laughter, no sounds at all;
Silence echoes in her empty halls.
She's seen us come, she's seen us go.
She's seen a hundred winters' snow,
She's watched six generations grow!
And I wonder if she knows

    That a hundred years of love, a hundred years of memories
    Have made this house a home!
    A hundred years of love, a hundred years of memories
    She's never been alone
    But now she's on her own….

©SBK 1990


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