Nanci Griffith Follow

If these old walls, if these old walls could speak
What a tale they'd have to tell?
Hard headed people raised in hell
A couple in love, livin' week to week
Rooms full of laughter if these old walls could speak

If these old halls, if hallowed halls could talk
These would have a tale to tell
The sun goin' down and dinner bells
And children playing at hide and seek
From [Incomprehensible], if these halls could speak

They would tell you that I'm sorry
For bein' cold and blind, and weak
They would tell you that it's only
That I have a stubborn streak
If these old walls could speak

If these old fashioned window panes had eyes
I guess they would have seen it all
Each little tear and silent footfall
And every dream that we came to seek
And followed after, if these walls could speak

They would tell you that I owe you
More than I can ever pay
Here's someone who really loves you
Don't ever go away
That's what these walls would say

If they were not so mean
If these old walls could speak