Brick and wood, mortar and plane

Labor's love, a little faith

You can see the structure taking form.

Ancient tools, a new design

Taking care, taking time

We've seen so many houses fall before.



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We are building a house growing tall before our eyes

Stone on stone, watch it rise!

We are building a house with our hands, with our songs

May it stand as long as our lives.



As we tinker with the plans

Gentle friends lend their hands

Laying down a sturdy hardwood floor

For the future, from the past

Room to change, built to last

Come the snows of winter we'll be warm.



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BRIDGE:

And sometimes you'll need a vacation (I'll need one too)

Sunning on the sand, running in a blinding rain.

After the recreation

We can sleep in our own bed once again.



That easy chair you've always known

Photographs from long ago

Thanksgiving Day parade moving in

So many books upon the shelves

So much more to teach ourselves

Under this roof we shall begin.



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