If these old walls,
If these old walls could speak
Of things that they remember well,
Stories and faces dearly held,
A couple in love
Livin’ week to week,
Rooms full of laughter,
If these walls could speak.
If these old halls,
Hallowed halls could talk,
These would have a tale to tell
Of sun goin’ down and dinner bell,
And children playing at hide and seek
From floor to rafter,
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 walls could speak.
If these old fashioned window panes were eyes,
I guess they would have seen it all –
Each little tear and sigh and footfall,
And every dream that we came to seek
Or followed after,
If these walls could speak.
They would tell you that I owe you
More than I could ever pay.
Here’s someone who really loves you;
Don’t ever go away.
That’s what these walls would say.
That’s what these walls would say.
Lyrics by Jimmy Webb, sung by Amy Grant
This is my contribution to the Weekly Photo Challenge with a theme of “Wall”. My son took photos of this plantation near our house. It is owned by a family who chose to keep their ancestral home for sentimental reasons. The grounds are kept up but the house and buildings are gradually dilapidating. There’s a poignant sadness to see such a grand home now stand in silence when once it was filled with life. I think the song lyrics say it all.
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loisajay
/ March 15, 2015so beautifully sad. Can you just imagine if those walls could speak?
Alexandria Sage
/ March 15, 2015Oh, I know. So many stories, so many lives.
Tina Schell
/ March 15, 2015What a poignant post Alexandria – there are many such places not far from here. More and more they are returning to the soil from which they came. At least your “neighbors” got to keep their land. Many don’t. Excellent response as always.
Alexandria Sage
/ March 15, 2015The heritage of this family are scattered throughout the U.S. There is a groundskeeper and that’s it. I always wonder about the family and all the living that took place. Interesting that you and I both chose song lyrics this week!
Melissa @ Ever Growing Farm
/ March 16, 2015Beautiful, thought provoking photos! There is so much history lost when a place is left like this, but it does allow the space for imagination to move in 🙂
Alexandria Sage
/ March 16, 2015Yes. You’re right. The memories. One can only imagine.
Holly Michael
/ March 17, 2015Wow, this is beautiful! Amazing photography and love the lyrics.
Alexandria Sage
/ March 17, 2015Thank you! Hope you can give the song a listen. I put link there. It’s from her live concert and so beautifully done.
Amy
/ March 17, 2015If these walls could speak… Beautiful Lyrics, though it’s sad… Great photos, Alexandria!
Alexandria Sage
/ March 17, 2015I agree. I do hope perhaps future generations will return and revive the place. It’s a beautiful estate hidden from the locals. My son happened upon the place and couldn’t believe it existed! Everything fell into place with this post. Hope you clicked on the link to the song. It’s beautiful. I think you’ll enjoy.
mybeautfulthings
/ March 17, 2015Loved the photos and the poem is just perfect, telling such a poignant story. Thank you for this and for the link to the music. Her introduction is lovely too. 🙂
Alexandria Sage
/ March 17, 2015Thank you. Can’t you just imagine the memories of this place? Maybe some of the future generations will return. So glad you watched the video. I thought it beautiful and so well done!