There are so many precious memories

That time cannot erase

Of the old home where I grew up

Was also my daddy’s birthplace

The old big two story house

With the chimneys so tall

There were many long windows

It was hard to count them all

There were eleven large rooms

And so many long halls

Laid with very wide boards

These memories so often I recall

Another memory of the old home place of mine

Was the two long benches

On the extra long front porch

That was filled with wisteria vine

The huge old back porch

Was an old hand pump made of iron

On a shelf was a bucket, a coconut dipper

And a wash pan

That made country living just fine

The spacious lawn, surrounded with big oak trees

Where we six children played

It will always be a sacred spot

Since that is where we were all raised

Away from the house, stood a row of barns

An old open well near by

With an old well bucket, a chain on a wheel

Just pondering over these memories

Brings tears in my eyes

There are so many things to remember

As I fold back the curtain of time

There was daddy, mama, and six children

In this dear old home place of mine

Daddy is not with us anymore

Jesus called him many years ago

Life has not been the same since then

But Jesus knew what was best we know

The old home place is still standing

Although I don’t go there anymore

May our family circle be unbroken

When we meet on heaven’s shore

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