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The Old House on the HillThere once was an old house on a hill It was long ago but the memories are still There was six of us kids five sisters and a brother A family of eight counting father and mother There was happiness and laughter and Love for us all My daddy worked hard and complained not at all We'd sit at the table with oil lamps for light Did our reading and homework and then said goodnight Daddy would make us say our prayers Then off to bed up those creeky old stairs The old house was comfortable with woodstoves for heat And we all did our share to keep the place neat When mom did spring cleaning she would paper and paint With news mats on the floor the old house looked so quaint At home we were happy and still had out dreams So we moved to the city when we became teens When we left that old house it stood all alone Where ever we went it was still called home We lived there we played there we laughed and we cried But those were the happiest days of our lives As the years crept on it the old house grew week It showed its old age from the floor to the peak The paint was all faded the old doors were all worn It stood there alone as it weathered to storms Now my old house is gone but the memories are still I shall never forget the old house on the hill By Dorothy Brophy Knight |