The gable wall is all that′s left now The old thatched cottage has fallen down I dry my eyes as I fondly remember The days of long ago when I was young In my fathers house we were poor but rich in love No TV but music there was plenty of My mama hummed the old melodies and we all sang along In my fathers house when I was young Come the time when I am older My own children are reared and gone I wonder then will they fondly remember The days of long ago when they were young In my father's house, a smile would greet you at the door A friendly word, even travelers they′re always welcome for And at night time neighbors rambled in And might stay 'til twelve or one In my father's house when I was young The years have passed and times are changing The rambling house has almost gone But I still hear the laughter of children Just like long ago when I was young In my fathers house we were poor but rich in love No TV but good times there were plenty of We made the best of what we had, and we sang a happy song In my fathers house when I was young In my fathers house when I was young
Beautiful lady with a beautiful voice, thanks for sharing this with us.
I need some of her albums, she is brilliant.
I always loved our Sally's beautiful voice .RIP DARLING GODBLESS YOU. EH XXX❤❤❤❤❤
Sally has it all and the Irish eyes
Lovely song, beautifully sung
Love this song she does a great job singing
I love Dear John xxxx
She sure has a beautiful voice
She has a lovely voice
My cousin ❤️
The gable wall is all that′s left now
The old thatched cottage has fallen down
I dry my eyes as I fondly remember
The days of long ago when I was young
In my fathers house we were poor but rich in love
No TV but music there was plenty of
My mama hummed the old melodies and we all sang along
In my fathers house when I was young
Come the time when I am older
My own children are reared and gone
I wonder then will they fondly remember
The days of long ago when they were young
In my father's house, a smile would greet you at the door
A friendly word, even travelers they′re always welcome for
And at night time neighbors rambled in
And might stay 'til twelve or one
In my father's house when I was young
The years have passed and times are changing
The rambling house has almost gone
But I still hear the laughter of children
Just like long ago when I was young
In my fathers house we were poor but rich in love
No TV but good times there were plenty of
We made the best of what we had, and we sang a happy song
In my fathers house when I was young
In my fathers house when I was young
Where is she now? Brilliant singer.
my brother kevin sheerin wrote this
Great song
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