David Francey Torn Screen Door
Late summer day and my
Love and I went walking
Over hills and fields
we walked, laughing and talking
Came across an old farmhouse
Standing broken and bare
It used to be someone's home
Now no one lives there.
There's a red barn standing
Held together with nails and dust
And a tired old Massey Harris
All wires and rust
Weeds overgrown in a garden
sown with care
It used to be someone's home
Now no one lives there
And through the crack
In the window pane
I hear the sound
Of the falling rain
Another farm being left run down
Another family moved into town
Had a life that they tried to save
But the banks took it all away
Hung a sign on a torn screen door
Nobody lives here no more
They worked their fingers
To the bone
Nothing left
They can call their own
Packed it in under leaden skies
With just the wheat
Waving them goodbye
Had a life that they tried to save
But the banks took it all away
Hung a sign on a torn screen door
Nobody lives here no more
