The house I grew up in
Sat up on a hill
It was a big old farmhouse over a century old
In summer time
we’d sit out on the front porch
Sometimes just on the steps
Sometimes on the swing
Mom would play her Gibson guitar
And we’d all sit around
And sing
Oh yes how I miss those days
They were the best times of my childhood
Ohhhh how I loved those days
I’d go back to them
If I could
Mom taught us so many songs
We’d sing
and harmonize
My sisters and Mom and I
It’s some of my favorite memories
(Violin solo)
Oh yes how I miss those days
They were the best times of my childhood
Ohhhh how I loved those days
I’d go back to them
If I could
That front porch
holds such memories
Surrounded by big old maple trees
big white pillars
And a painted grey floor
There were a Couple of lawn chairs
For sitting in
And a green screen door
Oh yes how I miss those days
They were the best times of my childhood
Ohhhh how I loved those days
I’d go back to them
If I could
Sometime I wish I could go back there
An sit there with my Mom and sisters
And sing
It holds such emotions in my heart
And memories
Such a beautiful
and sentimental thing
Oh yes how I miss those days
They were the best times of my childhood
Ohhhh how I loved those days
I’d go back to them
If I could
Missing the connection to my Mother
I went to the house that my sister now owned
No one was home
so I just sat on the
Front porch
and cried
Oh yes how I miss those days
They were the best times of my childhood
Ohhhh how I loved those days
I’d go back to them
If I could
Growing up means leaving behind
Our childhood
It’s hard sometimes
To be an adult
Life can change and rearrange so much Sometimes
It can make us long
for when life was more serene
Oh yes how I miss those days
They were the best times of my childhood
Ohhhh how I loved those days
I’d go back to them
If I could
(Violin solo)
Oh yes how I miss those days
They were the best times of my childhood
Ohhhh how I loved those days
I’d go back to them
If I could
[Intro]
[Chorus]
[Guitar Solo]
[Violin Solo]
[Outro]
[Female Vocal]
