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