They’re Gone
Just received a letter today.
Told me that the old folks passed away.
That was all it said.
It wasn’t even signed.
My heart is sad and in my thoughts I find:
My old homestead is all deserted now.
I miss the days I spent behind the plow.
My dear old folks, the ones who taught me how,
They’re gone.
The lilac blooms will never see the rain,
The orchard’s gone and nothing seems the same,
The old fireplace will never see a flame.
They’re gone.
So, hold me tight when I lie down tonight.
I’ll dream once more they’re standing in the door.
The golden grain that grows upon the hill
Will bend to the wind but never see the mill.
My homesick heart with joy will never fill.
They’re gone.
They’re gone.
So, hold me tight when I lie down tonight.
I’ll dream once more they’re standing in the door.
The golden grain that grows upon the hill
Will bend to the wind but never see the mill.
My homesick heart with joy will never fill.
They’re gone.
They’re gone.
(Demo performed by Dave Bourne.)
For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America
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