Our fathers built the village school
                              Those nights they went home weary,
                        The village helped paint the rooms
                              With colors that were cheery.

                        The village school is empty now,
                              But I recall it oh so well,
                        When this place was full of kids,
                              Who answered teachers bell.

                        We went to school in twos and threes,
                              Some laughing and some talking.
                        The lucky ones on horseback,
                              With most of us just walking.

                        We played all sorts of funny games,
                              While we wait for school to start,
                        And when the teacher rang the bell
                              Our playtime did depart.

                        We sat at desks with heads bent down,
                              We learned all our A B C.
                        With reading-writing and 'rithmetic,
                              And some geometry.

                        We closed the day,tired and worn,
                              Then made our own way home,
                        To do odd jobs around the place,
                              With just the token moan.

                        Tomorrow will be another day.
                              There'll be many a happy yell,
                          As we make our way back to school
                              While listening for teachers bell.

                        Now that I've grown much older
                              I often sit and wonder why
                        I can't relive those carefree days
                              I enjoyed in years gone by.
 
                        Our fathers built the village school
                              Those nights they went home weary,
                        The village helped paint the rooms
                              With colors that were cheery.

                        The village school is empty now,
                              But I recall it oh so well,
                        When this place was full of kids,
                              Who answered teachers bell.

                        We went to school in twos and threes,
                              Some laughing and some talking.
                        The lucky ones on horseback,
                              With most of us just walking.

                        We played all sorts of funny games,
                              While we wait for school to start,
                        And when the teacher rang the bell
                              Our playtime did depart.

                        We sat at desks with heads bent down,
                              We learned all our A B C.
                        With reading-writing and 'rithmetic,
                              And some geometry.

                        We closed the day,tired and worn,
                              Then made our own way home,
                        To do odd jobs around the place,
                              With just the token moan.

                        Tomorrow will be another day.
                              There'll be many a happy yell,
                          As we make our way back to school
                              While listening for teachers bell.

                        Now that I've grown much older
                              I often sit and wonder why
                        I can't relive those carefree days
                              I enjoyed in years gone by.