The house was old and worn,
With windows that let in cold and snow.
The coal burner in the basement,
Only dared warm the kitchen,
Little heat arrived upstairs.
At morning, only a few warm embers
Were left aglow in the sooted old furnace.
We slept upstairs in the creaky dear house,
Every fall warm flannel replaced cool summer sheets.
Later came fluffy feather mattresses,
And beds piled high with heavy layers.
During a storm one terrible winter,
We woke up with snow on our beds.
The loose drafty windows were not very tight.
All this in stride, one was never warmer,
Than under those worn heavy blankets,
Snuggled in the cozy depths of that featherbed,
While outside the wind howled and cut,
And Father stoked the stove.
With windows that let in cold and snow.
The coal burner in the basement,
Only dared warm the kitchen,
Little heat arrived upstairs.
At morning, only a few warm embers
Were left aglow in the sooted old furnace.
We slept upstairs in the creaky dear house,
Every fall warm flannel replaced cool summer sheets.
Later came fluffy feather mattresses,
And beds piled high with heavy layers.
During a storm one terrible winter,
We woke up with snow on our beds.
The loose drafty windows were not very tight.
All this in stride, one was never warmer,
Than under those worn heavy blankets,
Snuggled in the cozy depths of that featherbed,
While outside the wind howled and cut,
And Father stoked the stove.
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