The Old Red Barn
old red barn, on the farm we love,
the home of swallows, sparrows, and doves.
mice, cats, bats and birds,
and animals, not seen but heard.
this old barn, in the days gone by,
now filled with fresh hay, piled high
the cattle and horses, sheep and the rest,
I certainly think these days were the best.
the barn in those days, was used not just seen,
against the fields of green.
the farmer must have spent most of the day,
the grain and piling the hay.
winter the cold snow dripped from it's eaves,
on piles of wind blown leaves.
poultry and animals all keeping warm,
inside from the cold winter storm.
think of this barn what wonders it's seen,
plows and the tractors and threshing machine.
I'm sure this old barn, stood in a trance,
the lively young folks, held a country dance.
the old red barn, though it's days are through,
on the rise, right in full view.
anyone looking for an old country scene,
old red barn, in a setting of green.
the grass, mow the weeds,
the ground, sow the seeds.
the harvest, when it's fair,
pile the weeds, right over there!
in the fall, clean up the mess,
not the time, to stop and rest.
it all, with loving care,
pile the weeds, right over there!!
old wooden farm pump,
long, long ago.
memories it holds in our minds.
rusty old creak, cold water, the trough,
this old pump,
of a kind.
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