“That Old Gate”
Heartfelt Family & Hometown Memory Ballad • Sung by Country Cate
Some things you fix too late. But maybe that old gate still heard me. This one's for the men who never asked for much. And the sons who finally came home. Subscribe for more classic-inspired country love songs that speak to the heart. Buy Me a Coffee: https://buymeacoffee.com/countrycate Love what you hear? Help keep the music flowing by buying a coffee for Cate. Lyrics: I parked out by the mailbox Been years since I came home The porch light’s out, the fields grown wild The place feels overgrown He asked me once, before I left To fix that gate with him But I was full of dreams and pride And didn’t let him in It’s that old rusty gate Like the silence that we kept Like the letter that I never wrote The tears I never wept I told myself he’d understand I had a life to tend But that old rusty gate Still swings just like back then The shed still smells of oil and dust His hammer’s on the sill I found the hinges in a jar Beside his coffee spill I knelt down in the evening light Grabbed the nails like long ago Let each hammer fall say “Sorry,” In a language he might know It’s that old rusty gate And the time I can’t rewind It’s the reason I came back here With a burden on my mind He’s gone, but I can hear his voice In the wind across his land That old rusty gate Now steady in my hand It swings now smooth and easy No creak, no stubborn sound I sat back on the steps he built And watched the sun go down No big release, no broken cry Just peace in fixing things Sometimes the quiet says enough In the hush that healing brings It’s that old rusty gate And the weight I had to face It ain’t a sermon or a song But it still holds its place I never said the things I should And I showed up too late To fix that old rusty gate At the edge of our old place