IF THIS OLD HOUSE COULD TALK
IF THIS OLD HOUSE COULD TALK
THERE’S SNOW ON THE ROOF AND THE LIGHT IN THE WINDOWS IS GETTING DIM. THERE’S A WARMTH INSIDE, YOU CAN FEEL IT FROM WITHIN. THERE IS LIFE IN THIS OLD HOUSE, OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT. IF THE WALLS HAD LIPS, I THINK FOR SURE THEY WOULD SCREAM AND SHOUT.
I DON’T STAND AS STRAIGHT AS I USED TO AND I’VE SETTLED ON MY FOUDATION. I’VE RAISED SEVERAL FAMILIES HERE IN JOY AND JUBELATION. SO DON’T TELL ME AS A HOME THAT I’M ALL WASHED UP. BECAUSE THERE’S LIFE IN THIS OLD HOUSE OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT. IF THESE WALLS HAD LIPS FOR SURE THEY’D SCREAM AND SHOUT.
THE FLOORBOARDS CREAK AND MY JOINTS ARE WEARING THIN. STILL, YOU FEEL WELCOME THE MOMENT YOU COME IN. THE RAFTERS SAG AND THE TIMBERS ARE SHOWING A LITTLE WEAR. IT’S JUST A BADGE OF HONOR TO THE HARDSHIPS THAT I BEAR. SO, DON’T TELL ME AS A HOME THAT I’M ALL WASHED UP. THERE’S LIFE IN THIS OLD HOUSE, OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT. IF THE WALLS HAD LIPS, I KNOW THEY’D SCREAM AND SHOUT.
AS YOU CLIMB MY STAIRS THERE’S STILL LOVE IN THE AIR AND COMFORT ON THIS OLD PORCH. YOU SEE I STILL LIVE I’VE GOT PLENTY TO GIVE AND IN LIFE I STILL CARRY THE TORCH. SO, DON’T TELL ME AS A HOME THAT I’M ALL WASHED UP. THERE’S STILL LIFE IN THIS OLD HOUSE, OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT. IF THE WALLS HAD LIPS, I KNOW THEY’D SCREAM AND SHOUT.
NO HOUSE LASTS FOREVER BUT I SAY WHATEVER I KNOW MY TIME IT’S NOT OVER YET. I’VE BEEN STANDING FOR YEARS, SEEN SO MANY TEARS, YOU KNOW SOME THINGS YOU JUST CAN’T FORGET. SO, DON’T TELL ME AS A HOME THAT I’M ALL WASHED UP. THERE’S STILL LIFE IN THIS OLD HOUSE OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT. IF THE WALLS HAD LIPS, I KNOW THAT THEY WOULD SCREAM AND SHOUT.
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