This House - Ray Price

Sir this house is vacant but it’s not empty

For this is where a love once lived with me

Pictures chairs and tables are now missing

But it’s still furnished with old memories.

Here’s where a baby dreamed he was a cowboy

And he fought the indians almost every night

And sometimes he’d come sliding down the stairway

And tell us that he was an astronaut.

Now that door leads into the master bedroom

Go ahead and look I’ll wait outside

To go in there would stirrup more old mem’ry

A written in this room where our love died.

So stranger how could you go wrong

This house only needs someone to care

And just because it’s vacant it’s not empty

Because love has already lived in here…