My Fathers House - Derek Ryan

The gable wall is all that’s left now

The old thatched cottage has fallen down

I dry my eyes as I fondly remember

The days of long ago when I was young

In my father’s house we were poor but rich in love

No TV but music there was plenty of

My mama hummed her melodies and we all sang along

In my father’s house when I was young

The years have passed and times are changing

The rambling house has almost gone

But still I hear the laughter of children

Just like long ago when I was young

In my father’s house we were poor but rich in love

No TV but music there was plenty of

My mama hummed her melodies and we all sang along

In my father’s house when I was young

In our father’s house when we were young