THE GRAND TOUR
(N. Wilson / C. Taylor / G. Richey)
Step right up, come on in,
if you'd like to take the grand tour
of the lonely house that once was home sweet home.
I have nothing here to sell you,
just some things that I will tell you,
some things I know will chill you to the bone.
Over there, sits the chair,
where she'd bring the paper to me,
and sit down on my knee and whisper, "Oh I love you."
But now she's gone forever,
and this old house will never be the same
without the love which we once knew.
Straight ahead, that's the bed
where we lay in love together,
and lord knows we had a good thing goin' here.
See her picture on the table,
don't it look like she'd be able
just to touch me and say, "Good mornin' dear."
There's her rings, all her things,
and her clothes are in the closet,
like she left them when she tore my world apart.
As you'll leave you'll see the nursery.
Lord she left me without mercy,
taking nothing, but our baby and my heart.
Step right up.
Come on in...
(Contributed by Judith Burgett - March 2003)