Granite Folk Group - My Father's House (When I Was Young)

Granite Folk Group - My Father's House

The Gable wall is all that’s left now
The old thatch cottage has fallen down
I dry my eyes as I fondly remember
The days of long ago when I was young

In my father’s house we were poor but rich in love
No TV but music there was plenty of
And my mother hummed her melodies and we all sang along
In my father’s house when I was young

Come the time when I am older
My own children are reared and gone
I wonder then will they fondly remember
The days of long ago when they were young

In my father’s house a smile would greet you at the door
A friendly word weary travellers there was welcome for
And at night time neighbours rambled in
And might stay till twelve or one
In my father’s house when I was young

The Years have passed and times are changing
The rambling house has almost gone
But still I hear the laughter of Children
Just like long ago when I was young

In my father’s house we were poor but rich in love
No TV but good times there were plenty of
We made the best of what we had and we sang a happy song
In my father’s house When I was young
In my father’s house When I was young

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