When it's time for all to leave,
the old mill turn no more.
Then I'll meet you on the steps,
underneath the door.
The door has seen our childhood,
us grow through thick and thin.
The door stood through the lightning,
and through the mighty wind.
The door could tell a lot of stories,
the funny things we do.
The door is a reminder
when we were feeling blue.
The door has stood the tests of time,
'tis sturdy, strong and true.
I'll return to this old door,
just to be with you.
