There'll always be a rocking chair

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

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