There'll always be a rocking chair around our home
Fire burning in the hearth when nights are long
Apple tree and dogwood bloom where I come from
We work with the sun and bless the moon
When the day is done
Grandma's old photographs from days ago
Have a place in our heart and in our home
I see myself every day in all the things we share
There'll always be a rociking chair around our home
Children playing in the yard on an old tire swing
Making memories of their own from the simple things
* Refrain