A house full of laughter and sorrow
Smiles and tears and now it's tomorrow
A house in the city full of people
Sunday was church under the steeple.
An old row house with marble steps
A place I never will forget
Growing pains and changes sure
Still there was love behind our door.
Growing up is never easy at all
Still all six of us made it the tall and the small
We grew up and left the house behind
Still it lives on in my mind.
We all live in different places
All surrounded by other faces
Children and families of our own
Now my children are all grown.
Nothing left of that time
Except the memories in my mind
Memories of a family of eight
Growing up and moving on our ways.
