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Introduction: D A7 D
D A7
When I'm alone, I often think of an old house on the hill
D
Of a big yard hedged in roses where we ran and played at will
D7 G
And when the nighttime brought us home, hushing our merry din
D A7
Mother would look around and ask, "Are all the children in?"
D A7
Well, it's been many a year now and the old house on the hill
D
No longer has my mother's care and the yard is still, so still
D7 G
But if I listen, I can hear it all, no matter how long it's been
D A7 D
I seem to hear my mother ask, "Are all the children in?"
D A7
And I wonder, when the curtain falls on that last earthly day
D
When we say goodbye to all of this, to our pain and work and play
D7 G
When we step across the river where mother so long has been
D A7
Will we hear her ask a final time, "Are all the children in?"
D
(I come)