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G G I've got a little house on Walnut Street G The nights are quite, the morning's sweet. C D Got an old wood floor beneath my feet, G That somebody's grandfather built. G I bet he used to keep his lucky stripes on this windowsill, C D While he planned and worked that wood until G He made silk from the yellow pine. G I've got a paper that says this house is mine, D But it ain't...it belongs to time. Em D C G D C With morning at the window, sometimes I swear this old room glows G And somewhere between what you can and cannot see, D That old man is here. G The neighbor lady sings all day long. G She only stops at night to start at dawn. C D I swear she only knows about three songs, G G But I find myself singing to one of her sad old country tunes. C D G It reminds me of an afternoon...I was a kid and it was Saturday. G Just me and my dad drivin' out to the lake. C D Now he's just so far away... Em D C G D C With morning at the window, sometimes I swear this old room glows G And somewhere between what you can and cannot see, D G (4X) He's right here... G Last night I dreamed that I could fly. G If I held my arms just right, I'd stay treetop high. C D Hell, I may just be a bird sometimes. G G Hanging right above it all ; a bird with a sad and lonesome call C D And any moment I might fall, for you... again. Em D C G D C With morning at the window, sometimes I swear this old room glows G And somewhere between what you can and cannot see, D G (4X) You're still here.
Written by Walt Wilkins/Carter Wood
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