Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Kate Long Arrangement: Wayne Chaulk
Lyrics
Leaves are falling and turning in showers of gold
As the postman climbs up the long hill
And there’s sympathy written all over his face
As he hands me a couple more bills.
Chorus:
Who will watch the home place
Who will tend my heart’s dear space
Who will fill my empty place
When I am gone from here.
There’s a lovely green nook by a clear running stream
It was my place when I was quite small
And its creatures and sounds would soothe my worst fears
but today they don’t ease me at all.
Chorus
In my grandfather’s shed there are hundreds of tools
I know them by feel and by name
And like parts of my body they’ve patched this old place
When I move them they won’t be the same.
And as I wanted around touching each precious thing
The chimmy, the table, the trees
And my memories whirl >round me like birds on the wing
When I leave here, who will I be?
Chorus
I just love Frveom Chain Saw Earl to The Old Wooden Shack. I love all. Are you ever comning out with a Christmas Album.
Bob
Hi Bob:
Probably not as we never originated a lot of Christmas music. However we also consider our limited abilities in the face of so much good Christmas music and recordings, which makes us hesitate.
Hi,
I’d love to know the lyrics to the song “Home” from your CD “The Serious Stuff” volume II. I love the song and would love to learn to play it. You are fantastic and I enjoy your music, it really touches the heart strings!!
Angela
My Mother passed away June, 2011. I had never really listened to this song, eventhough I had heard it before. However, while driving down beautiful Bonne Bay this Spring the words to this song, “Who will Watch the Home Place,” flooded every emotional portal I possessed. I wept the sweet tears of missing a mother but yet knowing I had been truly blessed by being her child. Going home will never be the same but the home fires blaze with memories and emotions that are expressed with such honesty and sensitivity in this song. When I feel I need to be moved afresh by my memories of my mother, I simply listen to this song and wept sweet, healing tears.
Thanks,
Lorna