Your mother has woven the bled word of sorrow,
She covered your heart with beliefs.
Your father was broken,
His dreams not been awoken,
He never knew who you were.
Once in the house on a hill,
You’ve got that skill,
To be what you are...
Once in that house on a hill,
It gave you quite a thrill,
To be what you were,
For so long....
So long...
Oh so long...
Now you’re a shuffling,
Along on your way,
Along on your stony way home.
I loved you so,
More than you know,
But love couldn’t look behind your whim.
Once in the house on a hill,
You’ve got that skill,
To be what you are...
Once in that house on a hill,
It gave you quite a thrill,
To be what you were,
For so long....
So long...
Oh so long...
Once in the house on a hill,
You’ve got that skill,
To be what you are...
Once in that house on a hill,
It gave you quite a thrill,
To be what you were,
For so long....
I loved you so,
More than you know
I loved you so...
More than you know...
More than you know...
