I wonder if that teacher knows
That house she calls a home
Is where little children would roam
Up and down the stairs we’d go
Trotting our feet down like a heard of buffalo
I wonder if she can still smell the tea and toast
And feel the warmth that kettle rose
All those years a go
At the place I called home.
As she walks in the kitchen,
Does it whisper her my secrets?
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC
I wonder if that teacher knows
That house she calls a home
Is where little children would roam
Up and down the stairs we’d go
Trotting our feet down like a heard of buffalo
I wonder if she can still smell the tea and toast
And feel the warmth that kettle rose
All those years a go
At the place I called home.
As she walks in the kitchen,
Does it whisper her my secrets?
