We used to be a family
In our little cabin home
Whose windows they are broken
And whose chimney's dark and cold
But jobs were hard to find back then
It wasn't easy to survive
So one by one we all left home
To change our way of life.

I got a job in a factory
On that old assembly line
Gonna climb on up the hill
And leave my past behind
But the only climbing that I did
Was five flights up the stairs
And the past I thought I'd left behind
Went with me everywhere.

Cause you gave me a song
Of a place that I call home
A song of then
A song of now
A song of yet to come

So here we are my past and me
A-working in this bar
Sing a song of broken hills
And streams that once ran clear
Sing a song of you my friend
Lonely like me
The city's taken all we had
But sweet sad memories.

But someday I'll go home again
Lord, it's been a long hard road
I'm not sayin' that I'll stay
But I know now if I go
I'm gonna take you on with me
And what you gave when I was young
Others held me for a while
But you held me all along

Copyright: AGATE HILL PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Alice Gerrard