Gable wall now, is all that's left there,
The old thatched cottage has fallen down,
I dry my eyes as I fondly remember,
Days of long ago when I was young.

In my father's house we were poor but rich in love,
No TV but music there was plenty of,
And my mother hummed those melodies and we all sang along,
In my father's house, when I was young.

Comes a time now, when I am older,
My own children are reared and gone,
I wonder then will they fondly remember,
Days of long ago when they were young.

In my father's house, a smile would meet you at the door,
A friendly word, weary travellers there was welcome for,
And at night time neighbours rambled in, might stay till twelve or one.
In my father's house, when I was young.

Years have passed now, and times are changing,
The rambling house now, has almost gone,
Still I hear all the laughter of children,
Just like long ago when I was young.

In my father's house we were poor but rich in love,
No TV but good times there were plenty of,
And we made the best of what we had, we sang a happy song,
In my father's house, when we were young.