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Words and Music by Bob Padgett
January 24, 2006—Stony Brook, NY
©2006 Clamchop Creative Studio
for Saskia, and the Dream He gave us
There’s a house full of windows
atop a peaceful hill
With broad lawns aplenty
and gardens there to till
I can see a giant table there
and smell a crackling fire
And in that house full of windows
my soul finds its desire
There’s a house full of music
in tune within and out
The songs they soar throughout the rooms
as though they breathe them out
I can hear a grand piano
a host of voices sings
And in that house full of music
my soul will find its wings
I know we’ll get from here to there
I know it will come to pass
I know we’ll make it there
There’s a house full of children
who call us Mom and Dad
With the love they missed the first time ‘round
in the Home they never had
I can see them round that table
warmed by the fire’s glow
I can see them fill those broad lawns
with games of catch and throw
I can see them climb in bed with us
they’ll never be alone
And in that house full of children
my heart will find its home
