At The Back Of My Old House (The Orchards) Lyrics

At the back of my old house

In the orchards we would play

During visits to my dad's house

Where us four brothers would stay

And each day we would head out on adventures in those trees

And the orchard was our canvas for classic childhood memories

And one time we dug a hole

Like we were Robin Hood's thieves

And we covered it with a board

A spot for Hide 'n Seek

Playing in the shade, 4 brothers in and rows of filburt trees

And the orchard was our canvas for classic childhood memories

And we set that board on fire

We watched the flames burn bright

We'd bring our toys outside

Where they'd battle and they fight

Hiding G.I. Joes on the branches, where today they may still be

And the orchard was our canvas for classic childhood memories

And at the back of my old house

four brothers are still playing

And at the back of my old house

four brothers are still playing

At the back of my old house

four brothers are still playing

And at the back of my old house

four brothers are still playing