The Little Gray House

Lyrics

[ALEX, spoken] What will our house be like? [STEPHEN, spoken] It's a little gray house [ALEX, spoken] Why is it gray? [STEPHEN, spoken] Because it has not been painted [ALEX, spoken] I see I'm thinking about it [ENSEMBLE] What are you thinking Old man among the broken boxes Of Shanty Town? What do you see Child with the shining eyes Among the broken hopes Of Shanty Town? [STEPHEN] There's a little gray house In a one-street town And the door stands open And the steps run down And you prop up the window With a stick on the sill And you carry spring water From the bottom of the hill And the white star-of-Bethlehem Grows in the yard And I can't really describe it But I'm trying hard It's not much to tell about It's not much to picturе out And the only thing special is It's home [ENSEMBLE] It's not much to sing about It's not much to picturе out And the only thing special is It's home [STEPHEN] It's a long road, God knows The long and turning iron road that leads to Ndotshéni We must ride on iron before we see that house again There's a lamp in the room And it lights the face Of the one who waits there In her quiet place With her hands always busy Over needle and thread Or the fire in the kitchen To bake tomorrow's bread And she always has love enough To take you in And her house will rest you Wherever you've been [STEPHEN] It's not much to tell about It's not much to picture out And the only thing special is It's home