Old White Home

An old white home grows old and lone

In a land so far from here

The finest home I've ever known

'Twas a home I loved so dear

Does my old home yet stand today

May I for it still care

Or have they torn it all away

And made a profit there

An old red barn that made the farm

So gracious and so quaint

I pray its charm has met no harm

From a hand not of a saint

Does my old home yet stand today

May I for it still care

Or have they torn it all away

And made a profit there

Does my old home yet stand today

May I for it still care

Or have they torn it all away

And made a profit there