This Old House

Four in the morning she wakes up

house is quiet now the kids are grown up

straightens memories hanging on the wall

The timber in this old house

oh the stories it could tell

Pictures fading to black and white

As time goes by

Dads ol' back cant lift what it used to

Only sees friends when hes dressed in dark suits

No more laughin, too much funeral song

The timber in this old house

oh the stories it could tell

Pictures fading to black and white

As time goes by

Mountain view is gone from the porch swing

Highrises, billboards, and big screens

Farmers field under concrete sky

The timber in this old house

oh the stories it could tell

Pictures fading to black and white

As time goes by

R.Speke/A.Upper