To Build a Home - From “The Bridges of Madison County” - piano cover

Originally by Jason Robert Brown FRANCESCA There's a boat that leaves from Napoli Every Thursday in the morning And a nervous bride can share a bed With her soldier from the States. For a week, the ocean carries them Over lost and churning water And they land in New York Harbor Then to Pennsylvania Station Where they board a train That slices like a scythe Through the fields of America. This is Albany This is Buffalo This is Cleveland This is South bend This is Chicago This is Osceola Station Where a truck will take them Deeper into Iowa To Winterset And three hundred Acres Waiting to be tamed. And blade of grass by blade of grass And ear of corn by ear of corn And bale of Hay by day by day They build themselves a home. And day by day and year by year, From boy to man, from calf to steer, What's lost from there may not grow here, But comes the sun, Look what they've done: They've built themselves a home. At Twenty-one, a girl begins To grasp the world and how it spins. She grabs a box of safety pins And builds herself a home. And home is safe, and home is fair, The porch, the bath, the kitchen chair, The sharp and unfamiliar air That blow by blow She comes to know To build herself a home. With a son. And a daughter. And a million miles between The fires she used to set The hearts she used to break The lies she used to tell And the woman she grew up to be. COMPANY Aaah… Aaah… Aaah… Aaah… Aaah… Aaah… FRANCESCA I learn to speak, I learn to sew, I learn to let the longing go, The tractor wheel, a foot of snow, I build myself a home. I change my words, I change my name, The fields go dry, the horse goes lame, The county fair, the football game, For eighteen years, It stays the same, For eighteen years, I'm proud I came And built myself a home. COMPANY Aaah… Aaah… Ah! Ah!