Karaoké Our House is a Home Shawn Cuddy

As I stand beside the old homestead where the leaves are overgrown

I'm thinking of my childhood days and this place

I once called home

I can see my dear old mother as we walked through the door

She was the heart and soul of our household in those by gone days of yore

Oh I wish I could go back in time and turn back the years

Live again those memories of the good times we had here

Oh a house is just a building of mortar, brick and stone

It was my father and my mother's love that made this house a home

Oh the nights beside the open fire telling stories everyone

While my father played the fiddle and the old accordion

My mother had a heart of gold greeting neighbors in the hall

With the flicker of that old oil lamp casting shadows on the wall

Oh I wish I could go back in time and turn back the years

Live again those memories of the good times we had here

Oh a house is just a building of mortar, brick and stone

It was my father and my mother's love that made this house a home

Oh the sights and sounds of yesterday

I can see and hear them still

Binders in the corn fields and the hum of the flashing mill

As I stand beside the old homestead the rain comes softly down

Like so many, many teardrops dripping softly on the ground

Oh I wish I could go back in time and turn back the years

Live again those memories of the good times we had here

Oh a house is just a building of mortar, brick and stone

It was my father and my mother's love that made this house a home

It was my father and my mother's love that made this house a home