Who's house this is I do not know, It was built here many years ago. The walls are sturdy, strong and thick Made of the forest not of brick. There may have lived a family here In another time, another year, It's silent in this perfect fall, But somehow I can hear it call. It wants to tell of happy times Of life and love and children's rhymes. The walls remember sad things too, A bank note that was stamped past due. A family packing what they had, Hoping it wouldn't be too bad, In another place, from forest to town Where work was had, a job to be found.