Well if strangers do show up one day,
And act like they'll buy the place,
I'll hold my breath and greet them at the car.
And as they're looking at the acres,
I'll tell them about the neighbor,
That he's my uncle and his kindness isn't far.
We'll walk up those four front steps,
They'll say "It's quiet here, I bet."
And its true, we all stayed out of trouble.
They'll compliment the cherry door,
We'll say sorry for the creaky floors,
All the kids cause the wear and tear to double.
If they ask about the memories here,
The ones we've gathered through the years...
Well.
I'll tell them everything.
All the walls were built by Daddy's hands,
The boys drove their toy cars through the sand,
And you'd find Momma in a sunny place to sit.
There's a rock out back that says my name,
Been painted there since second grade.
Toads and strawberries all around it.
The basement is my favorite smell,
The tree line has a concrete well,
But that brook is plenty clean for drinking.
Crayons have scribbled on most of the walls,
The apple tree looks great in fall,
We had a trampoline where we did all our thinking.
Daddy made us a race track in the field.
It took on anything with wheels.
And the garden didn't last too long.
We rode around in a wooden wagon.
Played with the hose,
and can you imagine,
The open window streaming Momma's song.
Birthday parties and Christmas too.
The back porch for a barbeque.
The sound of the swing set creaking.
Rain against the grey tin roof.
Midnight talks in my sister's room.
And the noise of a dog toy squeaking.
I really could go on forever,
But here's the pen, its now or never.
And then they'll ask what it's selling for.
We can talk numbers if you'd like,
And try to settle on a price.
But no matter what, to us, its so much more.