Doug Spears: Songs & Lyrics

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This old house is still and silent, nobody lives here anymore,
Its been a long time since a footstep fell upon these wooden floors,
Four generations have stood right where I stand,
The roots of a family growing strong up from this sand.

And this old house . . . Once upon a time,
Was the place where everything I loved had its common tie,
And this old house . . . that I loved so long ago,
It is still the place I dream about when I dream dreams of home.

All the walls are stained and faded, dust is settling everywhere,
Yet everything is still just where it was the last time I was here,
But now out in the front yard near that old oak tree I’d climb,
There’s a for sale sign that tells my heart this home’s no longer mine.

And this old house . . . Once upon a time,
Was the place where everything I loved had its common tie,
And this old house . . . that I loved so long ago,
It is still the place I dream about when I dream dreams of home.

I can still hear their voices though they seem so far away,
And I still see all their faces when I close my eyes and pray,
One last time I wander through these rooms and everything I see,
Just flickers like a silver screen of a thousand memories.

And this old house . . . Once upon a time,
Was the place where everything I loved had its common tie,
And this old house . . . that I loved so long ago,
It is still the place I dream about when I dream dreams of home.