There's a house that's widely knownTo everybody from my townIt's in the middle of a wheat fieldIt's rotten and run downAnd there's still people that rememberThe young bride that once lived thereAnd how she hid his little secretBehind her golden hairNow the grass grows to the floorboardsYou can't see through to the groundAnd the caragandistsTake it over all the way aroundAnd the echoes of sadnessThey blow from room to roomBut the strangest thingIs how she comes to lifeIn early JuneThrough the golden glowOf hundreds of thousandsOf black-eyed seasonsThey rode to townOn TuesdaysTo the market for suppliesBut back then there were no glassesTo hide her darkened eyesThen all of a suddenHe took those trips all by himselfAnd his story was she left himAnd ran off with someone elseThey sat him down and questioned himThen they said,Search the placeFor some evidence against himBut they never found a traceOf anything that'd pointTo how that young girl disappearedBut her spirit leaves a clueIn abundance every yearThrough the golden glowOf hundreds of thousandsOf black-eyed seasonsOh, black-eyed seasonsIt's a shocking, haunting numberOf flowers that surroundThe house that's widely knownTo everybody,From my townAs the echoes of her sadnessRed glow from room to roomShe gets her revenge on himEach and every JuneThrough the golden glowOf hundreds of thousandsBy living on and onIn all those thousandsOf black-eyed seasonsOh, black-eyed seasonsOh, black-eyed seasonsOh, black-eyed seasonsBlack-eyed seasonsOh, black-eyed seasonsOh, black-eyed SusansOh, black-eyed SusansOh, black-eyed SusansBlack-eyed SusansBlack-eyed SusansOh, black-eyedSusansOh, black-eyed SusansOh, black-eyed Susans© transcript Emily Beynon