One day the little house
Was surprised to see
A car on the dirt road
Where a carriage used to be
Pretty soon there were more
And as time passed
The surveyors came
And drew a line in the grass
The steam shovels dug, then the trucks brought stones
Then the steam roller came and smoothed out the road
The little house, she could never be sold
So she sat and watched the building of the road
First it was gasoline stations
And roadside stands
As roads became highways
And carved up the land
Everything moved
Much faster than before
Then the city came and knocked
On the little house's door
The steam shovels dug, then the trucks brought stones
Then the steam roller came and smoothed out the road
The little house, she could never be sold
So she sat and watched the building of the road
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Lala lala lala la, lala lala lala la
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No more children playing in the brook
No more daisies covering the hill
No more harvest gatherings
No more apple trees in blossom
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