In My Father's House

A gable wall is all that's left now The old thatched cottage Is falling down I close my eyes As I fondly remember Days of long ago When I was young In my father's house A smile would greet you at the door A friendly word Neighbours, they were welcome there And my mother hummed those melodies We all sang along In my father's house When I was young Comes a time When I'll grow older My own family will be reared and gone Wonder now Will they even remember? The tales I told them Of 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 at night time, neighbours rambled in Might stay till twelve or one In my father's house When I was young Times have changed Time goes onward The rambling house Has almost gone But I still 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 music there was plenty of And we made the best of what we had We sang a happy song In my father's house When I was young In my father's house When I was young