Story
From Cynthia Carr, songwriter:
This song is not just about a place, it’s about the love that makes a place special. When I was a young girl, I read and loved ‘Vagabond’s House’, written by Don Blanding in the 1920’s. The poem describes a traveling soul’s home filled with their most valued treasures and memories. It churned up the wanderer in me and made me pine for this special place. I carried that with me until I was a grown woman and began writing, but it wasn’t until I actually fell in love that the song came to be.
Lyrics
Our House, Our Town
It will be a place for friends to rest from roaming
There'll be hooks for their caps and coats to be hung
A place for our babies to start their growin'
Where every bedtime lullabies are sung
In our house
And in the evening we'll sit on our front porch dreaming
Letting our eyes grow heavy watching the stars tumble down
In our house, in our town
We'll build our house on dreams and love
And fill it with memories
Of song and laughter, gentleness,
And the hard times that every life brings
To our house
But every new day I see I'm going to thank the good Lord
For sending you to me
I can't see growing older without you by my side
In our house, in our town
I want to live beside you, grow beside you
I want to be your old woman with you, my old man
I want the years to pass so slowly
Leaving their mark as soft as they can
In our house
And when our living days are done
I'll want to pass this old house on to some younger ones
Who will feel the loving memories we've left behind
In our house, in our town
In our house, in our town
Cynthia Lea Segar Carr
