Houses fallen into ruin
Roads into disrepair;
Lawns and gardens grown up around them
I wonder who lived there.

In this house, once so white and fair,
A girl named Jill did live.
She played with her dolls on this very hill,
And tea and cakes to them did give.

On to the brick house, dark and hidden
In here Sam grew up tall.
He dug little moats and unraveled his mittens
As the leaves began to fall.

And now we come upon a little gray home
With pretty-painted shutters of blue
In this sweet house were I and my sisters;
Here in the yard, the flowers we grew.

But now, some years later, we’ve come back to find
Our childhood houses
Broken and undefined;
The roads nearby, unused.

Could it be that these poor houses
Once so neat and new
Could not bear the thought
Of being home to anyone but me and you?

So now, look back quick
We are leaving soon
After a move away, who can say
What will happen to these houses soon?