No One’s Living in the House

My daughter’s pink bike, on the training wheels I fixed, After her first tumble— she learned to persist, Now it sits by the back porch, where the snow drifts high, Slowly covered, winter passing by. No one’s pulling on overcoats and gloves, No one’s shoveling snow on these mornings we loved, The tire swing sways in the cold night air, C D (let ring) G. C. G D Just like I remember, but no one’s there. Pipe smoke would lift in the breeze, Tapping the pipe on the old elm tree, Watching sparks fly over the drifts in the night, But now the kitchen’s dark, no warmth, no light. No one’s pulling on overcoats and gloves, No one’s shoveling snow on these mornings we loved, The tire swing sways in the cold night air, C D (let ring) G. C. G D Just like I remember, but no one’s there. We’ve moved on, left that life behind, No more pancakes at breakfast time, No more Looney Toons at the foot of the stairs, Just a quiet house, of empty chairs. No one’s pulling on overcoats and gloves, No one’s shoveling snow on these mornings we loved, The tire swing sways in the cold night air, C D (let ring) G. D Just like I remember, but no one’s there. The bike’s now covered, wheels and seat, A lump in the drift until spring’s heat, The street where we lived took us far away, What we called home’s now an empty space.