art I have many memories of the homes I lived in growing up. Some of the scenes are vivid still.

Music: The Frost Is All Over






Memories of Our House

How many people have lived in that house and seen the breaking of the day
How many have left, breaking their heart as they moved away

Looking at it now I see a relic of the past
Memories of my time there are fading at last

Sweet memories of childhood dreams
So very long ago now it seems

I can see my brother playing with his ball
I can see my sister leaning against the wall

I still see her (my mother) standing there
With her pink housecoat and her short gray hair



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