This old house out in the country br Surely, isn't much to see, br With it's sagging walls and chimneys, br Yet, it's still a home for me. br br It has served a useful purpose br For a hundred years, or more; br And has welcomed many faces br Through it's wide and gracious door. br br Like a mother toiling ever, br It has lost it's shape, once trim, br And it's style is long outmoded br By more youthful ones with vim. br br Now it sits on it's foundation, br Sinking slowly in the sand, br Tired from all it's years of serving; br How it needs a helping hand. br br No, I would not take a million br For this tired old place of mine, br Because a house is really home br When it has weathered with the time.