Home was a little house on top of a hill
With a Mama and Daddy who worked in the mill.
They had seven children, two of whom died.
It was a struggle to raise us but oh! How they tried!
They wanted to give us all the things they had not.
They surely succeeded by the things that we got.
My treasures will not buy many things you can see
But truly they’re worth more than the whole world to me.
My first treasure is faith, the second is love,
The third is forgiveness, which comes from above.
In my thoughts I go back to that home on the hill-
To my Mama and Daddy who worked in the mill;
For in so doing I find treasures anew
In the things they would say and the things they would do.
Dear God, we do thank you for the things that we had:
For our wonderful Mama and our wonderful Dad.