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Hearing that sound of that sewing machine before I’d go to bed
I’d wake up the next day with a new dress hanging there
Born on the Wild Coast of Central California
Caretaker, dressmaker before you were a mom

It wasn’t the house
It wasn’t the walls
It wasn’t the place
That made that house a home
It was in every stitch
In every dress you made
In every meal you fixed
In every hug you gave
Unconditional love is all we’ve known
You made every house a home

“Little Visits with God” was what you always read
Sharing Jesus faith and hope and prayers
The smell of Home cooked meals everyday
Carrot Cake for my birthdays

It wasn’t the house
It wasn’t the walls
It wasn’t the place
That made that house a home
It was in every stitch
In every dress you made
In every meal you fixed
In every hug you gave
Unconditional love is all we’ve known
You made every house a home

We still go to Indian Rock
Where the beach and the tide pools feel like home

It wasn’t the house
It wasn’t the walls
It wasn’t the place
That made that house a home
It was in every stitch
In every dress you made
In every meal you fixed
In every hug you gave
Unconditional love is all we’ve known
You made every house a home