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The farmhouse awoke before the sun,
Outside was still cold and damp;
Mama fired-up the old cook stove,
And made biscuits by the light of a lamp.

The smell of coffee soon filled the room,
Slow perked in an old tin pot;
Then the family awoke to a warm-lit house,
And a breakfast all cooked-up hot.

Later on when the farm chores were over,
And the family gathered back in;
Their strong-tie was bound still tighter,
And lasts now as it did back then.

A family was raised-up in that farmhouse,
All trained for life like a champ;
And most all that makes up their memories,
Is seen in the light of a lamp.