Once in a faded age

They stood right here in the lifting morning mist

Carrying pimples and spades

A lush green untouched meadow at their feed

Words were spoken in a tongue

I would not understand

They built this house in

A different land

See the oxcart's coming home

Chickens flying up in the courtyard evening sun

The work is done

Now bacon bread and cyder for everyone

Children were born here

Grew old and passed away

But this house was

Built to stay

Now when I lay to rest

My coutch stands right where they once were laying in state

Hands crossed on chest

The bereaved around fluttering in the winds of fate

The stables are leveled now

The vault in the parlour is gone

But still this house is

A childhoods home

Again this house is

A childhoods home