Torn Screen Door

Late summer day and my
 Love and I went walking
 Over hills and fields
 we walked, laughing and talking
 Came across an old farmhouse
 Standing broken and bare
 It used to be someone's home
 Now no one lives there.
 There's a red barn standing
 Held together with nails and dust
 And a tired old Massey Harris
 All wires and rust
 Weeds overgrown in a garden
 sown with care
 It used to be someone's home
 Now no one lives there
 And through the crack
 In the window pane
 I hear the sound
 Of the falling rain
 Another farm being left run down
 Another family moved into town
 Had a life that they tried to save
 But the banks took it all away
 Hung a sign on a torn screen door
 Nobody lives here no more
 They worked their fingers
 To the bone
 Nothing left
 They can call their own
 Packed it in under leaden skies
 With just the wheat
 Waving them goodbye
 Had a life that they tried to save
 But the banks took it all away
 Hung a sign on a torn screen door
 Nobody lives here no more