There have
been many happenings in my life I cannot explain
But how I came by this old place I call home in sun or rain
To describe it, it’s like heaven here on earth
To explain it, it’s the greatest gift since birth.
This old
schoolhouse came my way
Built in eighteen hundred and thirty four it says
With gaping hole in roof and windows broken
And its old flag floors it had to be life’s token.
For thirty
years this old building stood abandon
Except for natures growth and wild life in tandem
The lane was but a goat track to the road
And the walls they seemed like hedges with ivy as its load.
Derelict
it had a kind lost it’s way in life
And I for one could identify with that plight
I suppose that was the attraction form the start
For this old tranquil ruin stole my heart.
To muse of
yester years and the children that passed through
From famine times until it closed in nineteen hundred and two
It was Miss Jones who taught the pupils with her sally switch
And rumour has it that some of them would mitch.
With a chore
so great and a heart so light
For me and mine we toiled by day and night
To restore this old scoile to its former state
Became my dream, my life and my fate.
And when
time came to live within its walls
It seemed so natural and the answer to life’s call
For to hear time passing by and taste the peace
Is heaven here on earth if only on lease.