Once upon a time when I was young
There
were a lot of parties held within my walls,
Every
Friday and Saturday night.
Old
men playing fiddles, people laughing
Kids
bobbing for apples
Babies
sleeping on blankets,
All
while mom and dad danced the night away
Couples
falling in love
And
so much more did I see
All
underneath my protective roof
I
was the place to be, when I was young
Now
I am weather-beaten and my roof is caving in
No
more parties, no more dancing
No
fiddles playing, no people laughing
They
say who wants to party here
In this dilapidated old barn
They
have forgotten the good times we once had
Once
upon a time when I was young
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