Just got this thing hooked together,now Ihave to go and wire the stove. dawg

Old House © 2001 dawg

(Chorus)
Old house. It's an old house.
It has stood here for ninety-two years.
It's a warm house when it's cold out;
and we're so very glad to be here.
We're just so glad to be here.

Old houses share the histories and mysteries
of those who, within them, did dwell.
Each draft of wind seems to whisper
an enchanting, magical spell.
Pastel skies of sunset are dancing;
seen through hand-blown windowpanes.
Old floorboards that groan and old doors that moan
are just greetings from the new friends we've gained.

(Chorus)
Old house. It's an old house.
It has stood here for ninety-two years.
It's a warm house when it's cold out;
and we're so very glad to be here.
We're just so glad to be here.

Built on the site of an Indian village
where Mill Creek and Piney River merge.
Men always prefer to live on the ridge
where two clear running waters converge.
Character's engrained in the grain of the wood;
small closets where children can hide.
Fourteen tiny stairsteps to the balcony,
and a pantry that's true "Mormon-sized".

(Chorus/end
Old house. It's an old house.
It has stood here for ninety-two years.
It's a warm house when it's cold out;
and we're so very glad to be here.
We're just so glad to be here.



[This message has been edited by greydog (edited 12-30-2001).]

Wisdom does not always accompany age. Sometimes
age just shows up alone.