My Mom believes in angels, but Aunt Ruth believes in ghosts! Oh the captivating tales she'd tell of the old farm south of Andover and those who just never really left. The farmhouse stood empty long after Gramma and Grampa moved to town, but we cousins would explore inside... only during the daytime! And even then...
Walking 'cross the farmhouse floors,
There's more than mice behind these doors!
August, Emil,
Albert too,
Still act like they got,
Chores to do.
Working 'neath,
The moonlight sun,
Farmer's work,
Never done.
Rested soul,
Passing time,
Sometimes watches,
Yours and mine.
In the rocker,
Through the night,
Making sure,
The child's alright.
Crickets singing,
Gramma too,
All through the night,
They'll sing for you.
At the farm,
Just south of town,
All the family,
Gathers round.
(Sung)
Sleep my child,
And peace befriend thee,
All through the night.
Guardian angels,
He will send thee,
All through the night.
Walking 'cross the farmhouse floors,
There's more than mice... behind these doors.
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