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The House That Built Me.

“And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, pants to the place from whence at first she flew, I still had hopes, my long vexations past, here to return and die at home at last”.
Extract from the poem “The Deserted Village”, by Anglo-Irish novelist, playwright, dramatist and poet Oliver Goldsmith.

Returning to the place that was once your home, following a long absence, will generate mixed feelings that can bring you, as a returning emigrant, joyous memories, but sometimes a little sadness also. Our readers who have had this experience, will no doubt concur.

The House That Built Me.

Vocals: American singer-songwriter / guitarist Miranda Lambert.

Lyrics: American singers / songwriters Tom Douglas & Allen Shamblin.

The House That Built Me.

I know they say you can’t go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma’am, I know you don’t know me from Adam,
But these hand prints on the front steps are mine.
Up those stairs in that little back bedroom,
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar,
And I bet you didn’t know under that live oak,
My favourite dog is buried in the yard.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it,
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here, it’s like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in, I swear I’ll leave,
Won’t take nothin’ but a memory,
From the house that built me.
Momma cut out pictures of houses for years,
From better homes and garden magazine.
Plans were drawn and concrete poured,
Nail by nail and board by board,
Daddy gave life to momma’s dream.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it.
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here, it’s like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself,
If I could just come in, I swear I’ll leave,
Won’t take nothin’ but a memory
From the house that built me.
You leave home, you move on,
And you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world,
And forgot who I am.
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it.
This brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here, it’s like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself,
If I could walk around, I swear I’ll leave,
Won’t take nothin’ but a memory,
From the house that built me.


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