Here’s a new song for our album:
OLD TIME LONESOME
The woodpile is crumbling
The fields are now bare
The tractor is rusting
There’s no one to care
There’s no coffee brewing
The screen door don’t slam
The old stairs are quiet
The jars empty of jam
My folks have passed on
Tho ever so near
The sound of their voices
Still ring in my ear
The apples have fallen
The garden’s no more
The roses entangled
There’s nothing to store
The old swing is hanging
The chain broken down
The horse barn is leaning
No need for the town
My folks have passed on
Tho ever so near
The sound of their voices
Still ring in my ear
My mother’s not waving
From the window at us
Dad’s not telling stories
And making a fuss
The dinner bell quiet
The old rooster gone
The thistles are soldiers
Overrunning the farm
But I’ll take them with me
Where ever I go
My heart’s full of memories
They’ll live in my soul