Family from Journal by Nerida

Went back to my childhood home,
Just a shell, done up to sell,
Mysteries laid bare,
Everything seems so small now.
Run my finger down the rail, remembering
Sliding all the way down these stairs,
Laughing right to the bottom.

I was formed here, my family grew into me,
And I grew into them, and I know what I owe to you now.
I was formed here, my family grew into me,
And I grew into them, and I know what I owe,
I know just a bit of what you’ve given me…

And we couldn’t believe it when we found, still there,
At the back of the door,
Mum’s neat record of all our growing years.
And now the notches are marked, not so neat,
Cut in deep into our souls,
We’re still growing into each other even now.

Walk into a time, when Dad was here, he laughed us through the years,
And here I stand in his study again,
I remember seeing him, on his knees here,
The man who loved life,
And don’t I wish I could ask you so much now.

• Acoustic
• Australian
• Folk
• family
• singer-songwriter
• Canowindra