The old oak tree by the front porch swing,
The laughter echoes, the joy it brings,
I can hear the footsteps on the creaky floor,
In this house, I've never needed more.
Through faded photos on the wall,
I see the moments, big and small,
Each memory feels like a melody,
A song of love, a part of me.
This is where I belong, where the heart feels whole,
With every story told, every hand I hold,
In the arms of family, the moments stay,
These precious days we can't replay.
The smell of coffee in the early dawn,
Sunday mornings with the radio on,
We'd dance like no one else was there,
In this room, love fills the air.
The years go by, the seasons change,
But the warmth here will always remain,
The voices linger, they never fade,
In every room, the love we made.
This is where I belong, where the heart feels whole,
With every story told, every hand I hold,
In the arms of family, the moments stay,
These precious days we can't replay.
And I know someday I'll walk away,
But in my heart, these memories stay,
I carry them wherever I roam,
The love that built my heart and home.
This is where I belong, where the heart feels whole,
With every story told, every hand I hold,
In the arms of family, the moments stay,
These precious days we can't replay.
So hold them close, don't let them go,
For one day, they'll be all you know,
In the quiet whispers, the laughter, the song,
Family's the place where I'll always belong.