Songs:Home Place (85252)

Leaves are falling and turning to showers of gold

As the postman climbs up our long hill

And there's sympathy written all over his face

As he hands me a couple more bills



Who will watch the home place

Who will tend my hearts dear space

Who will fill my empty place

When I am gone from here



There's a lovely green nook by a clear-running stream

It was my place when I was quite small

And it's creatures and sounds could soothe my worst pains

But today they don't ease me at all



In my grandfather's shed there are hundreds of tools

I know them by feel and by name

And like parts of my body they've patched this old place

When I move them they won't be the same



Now I wander around touching each blessed thing

The chimney the tables the trees

And my memories swirl 'round me like birds on the wing