The Old Farmhouse

The Old Farmhouse

Memories live in this old homestead
Through the years they still delight
Of a young boy window gazing
At the brilliant starry night
How two newlyweds came laughing
How love died, a sorrow still
But though people change and fail us
This old farmhouse never will.

Loved and lovely, strong and honest
With it’s weather-wearied face
From my youngest years the centre
Of my world, the dearest place
Life is not a bed of roses
With the good oft comes the ill
But though people disappoint us
This old homestead never will.

There’s such joy at my returning
Every time I’ve been away
What a peace my heart is feeling
As I vow I’m home to stay
Snug beneath the Downs it nestles
With the stables and the barn
And though people cool towards us
This old house is always warm

As my father and grandfather
Farmed this God-touched Sussex earth
Loved and clung to this good building
Knew instinctively it’s worth
So through all that lies before us
Through Life’s tangled tears and thrill
And through people’s fickle friendships
This old house is constant still.