Sun shines bright through cobweb leaves

Casting a light on the torn eaves

Window flaps in the summer breeze

On a bright clear summer morn

Reflecting back when I was young

To the kitchen where the rafters rang

'Twas many a fine old song was sang

In the house where I was born





Built with clay and rugged stone

With Thatchers' reed its roof was sown

Though fallen now, it's still my home

Like a rose among the thorns

The limestone floor where first I crept

The windy loft where first I slept

Memories of the day I left

The house where I was born





Leaving wasn't easy on that day so long ago

Pack your bags and leave it all

Answering a far off call

And a promise made, to soon return again





I still could hear the music play

As we danced until the light of day

But tomorrow I will go away

And my heart is full of woe

Standing by the old half door

As I left to seek a foreign shore

Wondering if I'd see once more

The house where I was born





Round the hearth when nights were cold

Crickets sang while tales were told

Of far off lands and days of old

Till the clock would ring his warning

As a child I'd sometimes sit and glance

At the bellows wheel I'd wait my chance

To watch the flames appear and dance

In the house where I was born