This is a true story. I grew up on a ranch in California with a tree house in the front pasture and geese and goats everywhere. This is for the sibs. There are six of us and back then…that was enough for a tag football team. Life truly was simple then. I can remember when the sky was so blue We played cowboys and Indians and can you catch the moon Girl-clubs in the tree-house and the boys they had to stay out Wondering what we were doing up there all afternoon Those were the days when life was a little simpler Those were the days we didn't have much to say Those were the days when we looked so forward to winter And April flowers and the summer rain We had geese on the front porch and we had goats in the backyard Daddy was always bringing home a lost soul to free It's funny what you remember in a house made of timber Six hungry wide-eyed mouths to feed There's no place like home Oh, we had nothing fancy Just welfare and community And stray dogs we loved and buried in the backyard Oh, there's no place like home It's a song if there's a melody Survival, if no harmony It's a choice to make a symphony out of anything at all I can remember when the sky was so blue But growing up, it changes, all the things we have to do I'm thankful for the memories no matter where they take me And it's always just a little bittersweet too Those were the days the sky was so blue Oh, those were the days that I remember You
