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Chipping of the white paint on the barn
Red paint fades as time goes on
See the rhubarb growing in the yard
Who will pick it when we are gone?
Bees on cherry trees and apple blossoms
Flood came and took it all away
Guess the bees will find another way
Maybe they can go to the iris'
Dogs are buried out in the back yard
Sacred land their spirit's running free
Hunting rabbits, fishing by the creek
One of them's just lying around
Garden grows the food we eat
Mom makes us pull all the weeds
Fire ants, and beets, and radishes
Sheds on fire, save the chickens and pigs
Riding bikes around the circle drive
Late night walks, family by your side
Long lane leads to the yellow house
This is the place we call home
This is the place we call home



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Jesse Bartlett, Grace Bartlett
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