The Barrow

Goodbye, old house where I brought my son home, where he took his first steps one day, Goodbye, old house where our sorrows and joys were lived along toil and play.

Goodbye, old house, whose walls and whose roof have kept us from many a storm. Goodbye, old house, where good food and cheer made sure our spirits were warm.

Goodbye, old house, where years of our lives were spent to never return. Goodbye, old house, which was just now our home, where myriad lessons were learned.

Goodbye, old house, I'll always remember the years we spent with you. Goodbye, old house, and someday my son may still remember you too.