The Butcherhouse
Oh if this old house could talk,
What a story it would tell.
It would tell about the good times,
And the bad times as well.
It would tell about the love that lived,
And died inside these walls.
And the sound of the little footsteps,
Runnin' up and down the halls.
Oh if this old house could talk,
It would break my heart in two.
I couldn't stand to be reminded,
Of all the things we used to do.
There's no love in this old house no more,
So I got it up for sale.
Why if this old house could talk,
What a story it would tell.
Oh if this old house could talk,
I know what it would say.
I'm as lonesome as you are,
And I feel more empty every day.
I even miss the baby,
Who built me up to feel this way.
Why if this old house could talk,
Lord I know what it would say.
Yeah if this old house could talk,
What a story it would tell.
We built this home together,
And with love we drove each nail.
Take me in your arms and hold me,
Cause we've been apart too long.
Why if this old house could talk,
All it would say is welcome home...
[Loretta Lynn]
posted by M. Alice @ 9:34 PM
