HIS ROOM (A song)

HIS ROOM

Lyric by Lora Mitchell
Music by Billy Baker & Cinder LeDell

Not much in His Room-
but an old pair of shoes
worn out with time;
A stack of letters
tied with a string,
faded, with tear-stained lines.

Not much in His Room-
but an old pocket watch
broken from a fall;
Photos in a cigar box,
held with rubberbands,-
seemed to tell it all

Chorus:

He never climbed a mountain,
never saw the sea,
He lived in his own world,
contented just to be.

He never complained of life
and he always made it through.
If he ever had a dream,
no one knew.

Not much in His Room
as I picked up his things.
Not much in His Room.
Feeling kind-a-down
and kind-a-sad,-
Tryin' to understand
this lonely old man
I once called dad.

Repeat Chorus:


Copyright (c) '78 Mitchell/Baker/LeDell