I open doors and walk down halls;

No more pictures on our walls;

Just a lonely, cleared-out place;

Full of empty, echoing space.

 

There's where all our children played;

And here our toughest made;

Up the stair, our closest times;

On the porch those summer wines.

 

You and I, we go back a long, long ways.

You've been witness to our family's greatest days.

And you helped to bear my hardest cross--

You were there for my deepest loss.

 

With this final look around

I'm seeing memories, hearing sounds--

 

So, good-bye good home, my friend;

I don't think we'll ever meet again;

Life is in its quick retreat;

I've a new home now to meet;

And so farewell, my good home, farewell,

Goodbye.