There's a white house in a town, old and scared and tumbled down I can build it up once more That's what memories are for (fine) There'a fire, a chair, a dream Was I six- or seventeen? As the years go by you'll find time plays tricks upon the mind. (Chorus:) White house joy will disappear What became of yesteryear? With my mother and my father there I knew love was everywhere. Was it hate that closed the door? What do children know of war? Old and scarred and tumbled down, gone the white house in the town. Chorus da capo al fine (Coda:) That's what memories are for - white house.