By Stuart Stotts (copyright 1985, Stuart Stotts)
Arranged by J. David Moore

This is our "signature" piece, sometimes performed as an encore when we invite former chorus members to join us from the audience.

There were wind chimes in the window, bells inside the clock,
an organ in the corner, tunes in the music box.
We sang while we were cooking, or working in the yard,
we sang although our lives were really hard.

There was music in my mother's house,
there was music all around,
there was music in my mother's house,
and my heart still feels full with the sound.

She taught us all piano, but my sister had the ear;
She could play the harmony to any tune she'd hear.
Now I don't have much talent, but I always loved to play,
and I guess I will until my dying day.

There was music in my mother's house,
there was music all around,
there was music in my mother's house,
and my heart still feels full with the sound.

Those days come back so clearly, although I'm far away.
She gave me the kind of gift I love to give away.
And when my mother died, and she'd sung her last song,
we sat in the living room singing all night long.
Singing la la la la la
Singing the front porch songs, singing the old torch songs,
singing the hymns to send her home.

There was music in my mother's house,
there was music all around,
there was music in my mother's house,
and my heart still feels full with the sound.

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