Old Piece Of Tin (Storer Sara)

An old piece of tin With rust and nail holes Holds up a house As a storm wind blows An old piece of tin With dog ears on each end Straighten them out Because you're needed again An old piece of tin Whose work is never done Battered by the rain Weathered by the sun Just an old piece of tin On rafters old and rough Leaks away the tears But holds the puddles of love… He' just an old piece of tin With rust and nail holes And he holds up a house As a storm wind blows He's just an old piece of tin With dog ears on each end Straighten them out Because you're needed again An old piece of tin Whose work is never done Battered by the rain Weathered by the sun He's an old piece of tin On rafters old and rough Leaks away the tears But holds the puddles of love… And though years may finally break you And your walls start falling in It's funny how I feel about That old piece of tin