Lyrics:

People I know stop to say
Hello and I hope that some day
I'll get electric lights and plumbing put in
But I'm too old be changing my ways!
We never needed anything more
Than this shack with its weather beaten door
Though we may want the things that catalogues can bring
Empty wishes leave a wanting man sore
Oh the light from that old oil lamp
Lights the way down that well beaten path
And as memories come back from eighty years or more
I'm going to die in my old wooden shack
Got a horse when I was thirty years old
And the horse lived for thirty years more
When the lovely thing died
I hid and I cried
Where it's buried there now grows a rose
With the wood we hauled off those hills
And traded for cash at the mills
We bought all our needs and the animal feeds
And there's wood left standing there still
Oh the light from that old oil lamp
Lights the way down that well beaten path
And as memories come back from eighty years or more
I'm going to die in my old wooden shack
Got a horse when I was thirty years old
And the horse lived for thirty years more
When the lovely thing died
I hid and I cried

I ploughed this here garden by force
An iron will and a mighty strong horse
Though it took a long time to replace rock with lime
For the hardships I'm none the worse
You see a man belongs where he lives
He's a part of the soil and the trees
And when it's all done and his life end has come
Leave a man to rest in his peace
Oh the light from that old oil lamp
Lights the way down that well beaten path
And as memories come back from eighty years or more
I'm going to die in my old wooden shack
Got a horse when I was thirty years old
And the horse lived for thirty years more
When the lovely thing died
I hid and I cried