Letters from a Hill Farm
Nan,What a great song! I've never heard of this artist, am going to have to Google. :-)
And the words are wonderful:Helping the kids out of their coatsBut wait the babies haven't been bornUnpacking the bags and setting upAnd planting lilacs and buttercupsBut in the meantime, I've got it hardSecond floor living without a yardIt may be years until the dayMy dreams will match up with my payOld dirt road knee deep snowWatching the fire as we grow oldI want a man to stick it out and make a home from a rented houseAnd we'll collect the moments one by oneI guess that's how the future's doneHow many acres how much light tuckedin the woods and out of sightTalk to the neighbours and tip my cap ona little road barely on the mapOld dirt road knee deep snowWatching the fire as we grow oldOld dirt road rambling roseWatching the fire as we grow old well I'm sold
I am really going to try and respond to your comments as soon as they come in! I'm so grateful for your notes.Also, you may comment on any post, no matter how old, and I will see it.