THRESHOLD
THRESHOLD
THRESHOLD
A House I Once Knew
There are mars on the doors and walls,
Its rooms are empty and wide;
Here and there is a broken pane,
Where the night wind creeps inside.
There are mars on the doors and walls,
Its rooms are empty and wide;
Here and there is a broken pane,
Where the night wind creeps inside.
The front porch has fallen to ruin,
And vines in possession there;
A shed is tumbled and strewn,
And rubbish is everywhere.
And vines in possession there;
A shed is tumbled and strewn,
And rubbish is everywhere.
Somehow it softens in moonlight,
And my fancy wanders free;
That old house is more than a house,
It once was home to me.
I can see a place by the window,
Where firelight once played inside;
I can picture the porch as it used to be,
And grounds so clean and wide.
And my fancy wanders free;
That old house is more than a house,
It once was home to me.
I can see a place by the window,
Where firelight once played inside;
I can picture the porch as it used to be,
And grounds so clean and wide.
Doors with well-oiled hinges,
Let in our willing feet;
With everything in place as it should,
And everything trim and neat.
Let in our willing feet;
With everything in place as it should,
And everything trim and neat.
I see it in mellowed reflection,
Until years have changed it to be;
A house with a memory; it's more than a house,
It once was home to me.
I'd give so much to live again,
Like that house when I was young;
I knew only laughter and tears,
When my memory only begun.
Until years have changed it to be;
A house with a memory; it's more than a house,
It once was home to me.
I'd give so much to live again,
Like that house when I was young;
I knew only laughter and tears,
When my memory only begun.
I was unwise to have strayed, I know,
All I got for my pains;
Was a heap of things I thought worthwhile,
But now desire to be back again.
Now I tremble at shadows, my fears are real,
And I long for the chance to try once more;
And know that old house was more than a house,
But for me, it will be no more.
All I got for my pains;
Was a heap of things I thought worthwhile,
But now desire to be back again.
Now I tremble at shadows, my fears are real,
And I long for the chance to try once more;
And know that old house was more than a house,
But for me, it will be no more.
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