Our circumstances made us move,
And leave the home we had;
Some day we're coing home again
And we'll be mighty glad.
The trip to another town was quite
A fascinating change,
But Irwin is our paradise
And our familiar range.
So when we go home again,
To all those friends we know,
And we'll breath that balmy air,
That makes our spirits glow.
Where hearts are warm, sincere and true,
And we welcome that firm hand-clasp,
And we long for those old neighbors
Whose friendship forever will last.
We'll be on our way to Coulter road,
And that little church on the hill;
And we'll give a sigh of deep content
And our souls with glory will fill.
J.B. Black Sr. 4-3-1977