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CThe gable wall is all thats left now The old thached Ccottage is falling Gdown I dry my eyeCs as I fondly remember Days of long agoG when I was young
In myC Fathers house, we were poor but we rich inFLove No TV,C but music we had Gplenty of And my Cmother hummed her melodies and we all sang Falong In my CFathers HousGe when I wasC young.
Comes the time, when I am older And 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 gentle word, weary travelers there,were welcomed for ? And at night time neighbours rambled in, Might stay 'till twelfe or one In my father's house, when I was young. Now years have passed, and times are changing The rambling house, is almost gone But still I hear, the laughter of children Just like long ago, when I was young. In my fatheres house, we were poor but rich in love No t.v. but good times there were plenty of. And we made the best of what we had, and we sang a happy song In my fathers house, when we were young