I knew this place, I knew it well Every sound and every smell And every time I walked I fell For the first two years or so There across the gra**y yard I a young boy runnin' hard Brown and bruised and battle Scarred and lost in sweet illusion From my window I can see The fingers of an ancient tree Reaching out it calls to me To climb its surly branches But all my climbing days are gone And these tired legs I'm standin' on Would scarcely dare to leave the spot upon Which they are standin' And I remember every word From every voice I ever heard Every frog and every bird Yes, this is where it starts A brother's laugh, the sighing wind This is where my life begins This is where I learned to use my Hands and hear my heart This house is old, it carries on Like lyrics to an old time song Always changed but never gone This house can stand the seasons Our lives pa** on from door to door Dust upon the wooden floor Feather rain and thunder roar We need not know the reason And all these thoughts come back to Me like ships across a friendly sea Like breezes blowing endlessly Like rivers running deep The day is done. The lights are low The wheels of life are turning slow And as these visions turn and go I lay me down to sleep