My Father's House

The Gable wall is all that’s left now

The old thatch 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

And my mother hummed her melodies and we all sang along

In my father’s house when I was young

Come the time when I am Older

My own children are reared and gone

I wonder then will they fondly remember

The days of long ago when they were young

In my father’s house a smile would greet you at the door

A gentle word weary travellers there was welcome for

And at night time neighbours rambled in

And might stay till twelve or one

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 as long ago when I was young

In my father’s house we were poor but we were rich in love

No TV but good times there were plenty of

We made the best of what we had and we sang a happy song

In my father’s house When I was young (Repeat x 2)