That Old House
By Jim Stewart 1979
I went walking down by the river
Just pitching rocks and kicking sand
What I saw there, some kids were playing
And that old house didn't looked the same.
I went walking back through my memory
Just a swimming through my brain
What I saw there, No kids were playing
And that old house didn't look the same.
I went looking through faded pictures
Just laughing and having fun.
What I saw there, some kids were playing
And that old house still looked the same.
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