Hugh X. Lewis If This House Could Talk
If this house could talk oh what a story although it's only made of wood and stone
How it would brag about its days of glory when it almost became a happy home
I just came back in town to sign the papers the house is sold now it's no longer mine
And since the place I built for you once meant so much to me
Thought I'd drop by and see it one more time
I parked the car got out and looked it over
The unkept lawn now seemed so strange to me
That rambling rose that I'd set out with tender care had died
And weeds grow now where flowers used to be
I walked up close looked through the picture window
The past was oh so clear as I looked through
I listened close and almost heard those tender words of love
As I sat by the fireside with you
If this house could talk...
