Intro
Verse 1
This Old House, Once Stood Proud On A Hill
Of Pine And Cedar From The Land
Cut By My Father’s Hand
And Hauled Up From The Mill
Now She Stares At Her Life Spread On The Lawn
At Strangers Picking Through Her Bones
They Take Them For Their Own
And Haul Them Far Away
And The Auctioneer He Sings His Songs And The People Pay
Old Voices Echo From This House Now Dark And Gray
And Cold As Island Clay
Interlude
Verse 2
This Old Farm, Eighty Acres Of Life
Sweat And Iron-Reddened Soil
Paid Little For My Toil But Saw Us Through All Right
Till The Company Came
And Bought Land Up All Round
Soon The Market Prices Fell
I Took Another Loan And Plowed It Underground
But Tomorrow Morning They Will Come And Have Their Way
Though Their Hands Touch Not The Soil And Never Will Pay
The Price Of Island Clay.
Interlude
Verse 3
These Old Hands, Turned The Sod And Tossed The Seed
These Hands Worked Hard And They Were Strong
But They Couldn’t Hold A Printed Paper Deed
And From The Moment That They Signed This Land Away
These Old Hands Are Getting Colder Every Day
As Cold As Island Clay
Outro
