The table's where my father thanked the Lord for providing The table's where he sat us down and told us to stop fighting At the table there were tears, at the table there was laughter.
The table's where my mother brought the fruits of her labors We never did go hungry although there were times we were able At the table love prevailed, at the table love was always there.
Chorus: I was always safe and warm Sheltered from the sticks and stones And although time passed by and we moved on I will still pray Lord keep my family strong Cause life out there isn't how life was around the table.
The table's where my family shared the joys and the sorrows Stories of the day and the goals for tomorrow At the table someone listened, at the table someone always cared.
And I will never forget all the memories at the table Holidays with relatives and coffee with the neighbors At the table we were home, at the table we were never alone.
Bridge around the table we were one Round the table we were fortunate to grow up And as we ask to be excused we never will remove it from our hearts.
Written by Riley Armstrong, Flicker U.S.A. Publishing (BMI)
"The Table was written while on the tractor helping out on my Father's farm." - Riley Armstrong
