[D]The gable wa[A7]ll is all thats [D]left now[G]
The old thached [D]cottage is falling [A7]down
I dry [D]my eye[G]s
as I fondly re[D]membe[G]r
Days of[D] long ag[A7]o when I was [D]young
[D]In my Fathers house we were poor[G] but rich in
Love no[D] TV but music we had [A7]plenty of
And my mother hummed
those[D] melodies and we all sang [G]along
In my [D]Fathers Hous[A7]e when I was[D] young.
Now comes the time when I am older
And my own children are reared and gone
I wonder then will they fondly remember
The
days of long ago when they were young.
In my father's house, his smoile would greet you at the door,
A friendly word, a we drop is what we welcomed for ?
And
at night time neighbours rambled in,
Might stay 'till twelfe or one
In my father's house, when I was young.
Now years have passed and times are changing
The rambling house is almost gone
But still I hear the laughter of
children
Just like long ago when I was young.
In my fatheres house, we were poor but rich in love
No t.v. but good times there were plenty of.
And we made the
best of what we had, and we sang a happy song
In my fathers house, when we were young
The gable wall is all thats left now
The old thached cottage is falling down
I dry my eyes as I fondly remember
Days
of long ago when I was young
Repeat Chorus
Now comes the time when I am older
And my own children are reared and gone
I wonder then will they fondly remember
The
days of long ago when they were young
Repeat chorus
Now years have passed and times are changing
The rambling house is almost gone
But still I hear the laughter of
children
Just like long ago when I was young
