Bring It on Home
Walter Lyrics

I remember many years ago when I was just lad
When I was a young boy living in the country with my parents, I remember a particular moment very vividly.

Livin' in the country with my moma and my dad
I grew up with my parents in a rural area.

It seems I can see 'em in that faded yellow light
I have a clear memory of my parents in a particular lighting.

Moma sowin' on some buttons and daddy puffin' on his pipe.
In that memory, my mom is sewing and my dad is smoking his pipe.

I can here my mother hummin' in a voice so sweet and low
I recall my mother humming quietly as she rocked in her chair.

Keepin' time with that old rocker as she's rockin' to and fro
She rocked back and forth in the old, familiar rocking chair.

With us youngin's gathered around her, drowsey little sleepy heads
My siblings and I were lying nearby, half asleep and listening to her.

Cryin' tell us another story before you put us in to bed.
We'd plead with her to tell us one last story before we went to sleep.

And moma would stop a-rockin' and stories she would tell
My mother would pause from her rocking and tell us stories from the family Bible.

Stories from the family bible were the ones she knowed so well.
These particular stories were special to her and she knew them very well.

Of a baby in a manger near a town called Bethlehem
She would tell us about the birth of Jesus in a manger in Bethlehem.

About David and Goliath and the shepard with his lands.
Other stories included David's victory over Goliath and the shepherd with his lands.

Well, it takes a heap of living, lots of take and lots givin'
The song's refrain is that it takes a lot of living, giving, and taking to make a house a home.

Lord, It takes a heap of livin' just to make a house a home
The singer acknowledges that it takes a lot of effort to make a house a true home.

Lots of work and lots of play and an awful lot of prayin'
The process of making a house a home requires a balance of hard work and leisure, as well as faith.

Now I sit and turn the pages of this old family book
In the present day, the artist sits with an old family book and reminisces.

My mind goes back to childhood and the tears fall where I look
These memories make the artist emotional and cry.

All the family names are listed here most of 'em have passed away
The family book is a record of many people who have since passed away.

And Lord, I pray the family circle will be together some day.
The singer hopes for a day when the family will be reunited.