This lyric is: #465

The Wooden Floor
© 1999, Wayne Hamilton. All Rights Reserved.

On the plains of Nebraska back in eighteen fifty three,
By the banks of the Platte Bill fell in love with sweet Marie.
By the time they were married, he’d prepared her a surprise.
As they approached their brand-new house, he covered up her eyes.
He turned the knob to open up the roughly finished door;
When he removed his hand she saw the planks that made the floor.

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It was the first house in the county that could boast a floor of wood
And starting out they wanted nothing more
They built their lives upon that base with all the love they could
They built their lives upon that wooden floor

The neighbors came from miles around to marvel at the sight;
Their floors of clay to them no longer seemed to be quite right.
Bill helped them from his blacksmith shop as they built up the town.
Marie raised seven children and had friends from all around.
Though people came from far and wide of this you can be sure:
The love they saw impressed them more than any wooden floor.

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The floor was rough and kind of bumpy when Bill laid it there,
But through the years it smoothed out fine with all their loving care.
From time to time someone would trip and fall or stub a toe.
They had some little problems but no one wanted to go;
For in their hearts they knew there was no other place as good.
They smoothed out problems in their lives just like that bumpy wood.

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For more than fifty years they lived together happily
With birthdays, weddings, celebrations, friends and family.
And when they died they left their home not thirty days apart;
They left behind the feeling that they lived with just one heart.
It started when Bill swept Marie right through that big front door,
And she was so amazed to see those planks that made the floor

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[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-03-2002).]

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