This Old House

04:01
Doug Spears
2005-10-15

Lyrics

This old house is still and silent, nobody lives here anymore, Its been a long time since a footstep fell upon these wooden floors, Four generations have stood right where I stand, The roots of a family growing strong up from this sand. And this old house . . . Once upon a time, Was the place where everything I loved had its common tie, And this old house . . . that I loved so long ago, It is still the place I dream about when I dream dreams of home. All the walls are stained and faded, dust is settling everywhere, Yet everything is still just where it was the last time I was here, But now out in the front yard near that old oak tree I’d climb, There’s a for sale sign that tells my heart this home’s no longer mine. And this old house . . . Once upon a time, Was the place where everything I loved had its common tie, And this old house . . . that I loved so long ago, It is still the place I dream about when I dream dreams of home. I can still hear their voices though they seem so far away, And I still see all their faces when I close my eyes and pray, One last time I wander through these rooms and everything I see, Just flickers like a silver screen of a thousand memories. And this old house . . . Once upon a time, Was the place where everything I loved had its common tie, And this old house . . . that I loved so long ago, It is still the place I dream about when I dream dreams of home.