May, 1992 and December, 1993
It must be quite a shock for you
To find me standing here
On your front porch after midnight,
On a winter's night so drear
I know it's been a lot of years since I
came to pay a call.
But, I'm worn out now, I need a friend,
and you're family, after all.
The world called and I set out;
you won't believe the places I've been.
But the years have taken a toll on me,
So I've come back home again
Do you recall when we were young, and
visiting kin filled all the beds?
We kids were relegated to the floor; one
pallet for several heads.
We'd giggle and squirm till the fire burned
down, then sleep in the safety of love
We could feel through the darkness of the
wintry night, from the big bed there above.
Just make me a pallet, by the
fireplace, on the floor
At the foot of the old iron bedstead,
so I can hear Papa snore.
I'll never forget how safe I felt;
I need to feel that way once more.
Won't you make me a pallet,
by the fireplace, on the floor?