the house is empty stands alone
there was a time when it had known
the company of laughter, cries
of hootenannies lullabies
on the gravel road it stands
birds pass it by from far off lands
from the south in spring they fly
and in the fall they say goodbye
there’s a story there
lost in the fold
no one will ever tell
no one has ever told
what’s left is just a hint
a hallow shell
and maybe that’s enough
to know it well
a landmark on a country drive
this house that used to be alive
but withered worn beyond repair
they’ll tear it down but don’t they care
one day i’ll be a driving by
that house no more will catch my eye
cuz at last it is they tore it down
no sign of it left on the ground
there’s a story there
lost in the fold
no one will ever tell
no one has ever told
There used to be a trace
A hallow shell
and now that it is gone
maybe it’s just as well
