John Miles - House On The Hill Lyrics
Stand by yourself in the still of the nightWhen people are quietly sleeping.Then up at the window a lady in whiteAnd the wind brings the sound of her weeping.Used to belong to a suicide queenWho knew that she wouldn't make itEveryone laughed as they called her a foolTill finally she couldn't take it.So she ended it allIn the House on the Hill.The people who lived near they won't say a wordThey look in the other direction.They say it's a tale which they don't believeThen they pray to the Lord for protection.And there's no-one will talkOf the House on the Hill. The House on the Hill won't hurt you at allAs long as you stay outside,And always remember the voice in the wallA house where there's nowhere to hideThe House on the Hill won't hurt you at allAs long as you stay outside,And always remember the voice in the wallA house where there's nowhere to hideA voice calls you back to the House on the HillStart thinking about what you're leaving,So much going on that your feeling confusedAnd you don't know just what to believe inIt keeps calling you backTo the House on the HillIt keeps calling you backTo the House on the Hill
