To Build a Home - From “The Bridges of Madison County” - piano cover

Originally by Jason Robert Brown
FRANCESCA
There's a boat that leaves from Napoli
Every Thursday in the morning
And a nervous bride can share a bed
With her soldier from the States.
For a week, the ocean carries them
Over lost and churning water
And they land in New York Harbor
Then to Pennsylvania Station
Where they board a train
That slices like a scythe
Through the fields of America.
This is Albany
This is Buffalo
This is Cleveland
This is South bend
This is Chicago
This is Osceola Station
Where a truck will take them
Deeper into Iowa
To Winterset
And three hundred Acres
Waiting to be tamed.
And blade of grass by blade of grass
And ear of corn by ear of corn
And bale of Hay by day by day
They build themselves a home.
And day by day and year by year,
From boy to man, from calf to steer,
What's lost from there may not grow here,
But comes the sun,
Look what they've done:
They've built themselves a home.
At Twenty-one, a girl begins
To grasp the world and how it spins.
She grabs a box of safety pins
And builds herself a home.
And home is safe, and home is fair,
The porch, the bath, the kitchen chair,
The sharp and unfamiliar air
That blow by blow
She comes to know
To build herself a home.
With a son.
And a daughter.
And a million miles between
The fires she used to set
The hearts she used to break
The lies she used to tell
And the woman she grew up
to be.
COMPANY
Aaah…
Aaah…
Aaah…
Aaah…
Aaah…
Aaah…
FRANCESCA
I learn to speak, I learn to sew,
I learn to let the longing go,
The tractor wheel, a foot of snow,
I build myself a home.
I change my words, I change my name,
The fields go dry, the horse goes lame,
The county fair, the football game,
For eighteen years,
It stays the same,
For eighteen years,
I'm proud I came
And built myself a home.
COMPANY
Aaah…
Aaah…
Ah! Ah!

[@hubert6260]

you have a beautiful piano chamber

[@matthewwonks2534]

You're excellent. I'm so appreciative that you posted this! I've been singing along. :-) Thank you! Jessica