Music: The Frost Is All Over
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I have many memories of the homes I lived in growing up. Some of the
scenes are vivid still. This was the little house my dad and grandfather made from a double
garage. It was on the alley behind the Big House of my grandmother. It is now a garage again.
Music: The Frost Is All Over |
Our Little HouseOur little house stands empty now It may be rented again But with the windows broken I am not sure how If a family moves in, it will be theirs Lights will be on again And as a friendship token A light will be on above the “big-house” stairs I remember looking out upon the lawn Birds were feeding there again We watched in silence - no words spoken In the early light before the dawn |
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