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That Old House
That old house
Just up the road
Oh how does it happen
Where did the time go
It was full of history
Sweat and blood
The mud brick and laid by hand still stands
In that house there are memories of children laughing
Of question that only grandmothers understand
All of the time and love
There is hardly anything left of it
Just memories that hold all of us
That old house
Just up the road
Oh how does it happen
Where did the time go
It was full of history
Sweat and blood
I miss that old house
It was my home
And every day that passes I wonder
If today it will fall
Back to the ground
Now I’m afraid to look
Today will it fall
I’m afraid to look at all
