From the recording The Little Places We Call Home

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The Little House That Knew My Name

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I walked past towns that forgot my face
Past old fence lines and empty space
With a suitcase full of yesterday
And a prayer I never threw away

I saw a door in the golden light
Too small for pride, but it felt just right
A crooked roof and a window flame
Like the little house already knew my name

And I don’t need much at the end of the road
Just a place where the evening feels like home

Take me where the quiet hearts go
Where the soft wind moves real slow
Where the porch light waits through the rain
And the little house still knows my name

I don’t need a mansion made of gold
Just one warm room when the night turns cold
If love is left after all the change
Then the little house still knows my name

There was a woman with silver hair
Laughing with a dog in a wooden chair
There was an old man beside the sea
Reading the sky like a memory

Every small home had a soul inside
Every blue door had a place to hide
And every window, warm and bright
Looked like a star that had come down at night

Maybe we lose what we thought we’d keep
But some dreams wake when the world falls asleep

Take me where the quiet hearts go
Where the soft wind moves real slow
Where the porch light waits through the rain
And the little house still knows my name

I don’t need a mansion made of gold
Just one warm room when the night turns cold
If love is left after all the change
Then the little house still knows my name

I have been young, I have been strong
I have been right, I have been wrong
I have watched the seasons rearrange
But a heart can bloom in the smallest place

And if my steps are slower now
I still know where I’m going somehow
Past the wheat, past the open plain
To the little house that knows my name

Take me where the quiet hearts go
Where the soft wind moves real slow
Where the porch light waits through the rain
And the little house still knows my name

I don’t need a mansion made of gold
Just one warm room when the night turns cold
If love is left after all the change
Then the little house still knows my name

When the road is done
And the sky turns flame
Leave a light on low
In the little house that knows my name