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SCENT OF HOME
The old homestead is standing vacant
with the buidings falling down
and the wind blows through the rafters
other wise there is no sound
and I hear within my soul the laughter
as it was the other day
when I was innocent of other worlds
which seemed so very far away
The old cornfield is bare and lonely
with all the weeds just growing wild
but I recall the golden harvest
that grew when I was just a child
I remember days of winter
by the fire place so snug
and cups of sweet hot chocolate
as we sat there on the rug
I remember days of summer
when the sun was shining down
I remember playing in the words
and climbing grape vines, hanging down
I remember Momma singing
she seemed happy all day long
I used to sit down on the old wood stump
and listen to her songs
I see Daddy riding his old horse
lightly holding to the reins
herding all the cattle in
as they strayed in from the plains
I remember home and comfort
and the soft place I lay my head
I remember the good meals that Momma cooked
and my own small comphy bed
I remember now the little pond
that rambled to the slough
and when you laid beside it's banks
your troubles always seemed to few
I remember going shopping
when Mom and Dad went into town
and Richbergs grocery store
and the little piece of candy
he gave to kids, whenere we came around
Oh, I remember, I remember
wild geese flying over in the fall
and the proud look on my Daddy's face
when he'd killed a mess for all
I still see the look on Momma's eyes
as she gazed on "Daddy Boy"
she loved him so very much
and they brought each other joy
I remember lazy days of spring time
when Momma's flowers were in bloom
I remember the sleepy look that Daddy had
when she'd wake him up to soon
Oh I remember very well
when sleepy days were slow
and the simple sweet days of our life
that we lived so long ago
I remember those childhood days
and life so free and wild
Oh, I remember, I remember
and it brings a tear and smsile
