House On the Haunted Hill - The Coffin Nails

You'd give anything Just to reach your door But I won't be there How does it feel like House on the hill You'd give anyone Just to reach your door And I won't be there

In an old house on a hillside Next to the sea Far from the madness, that folds around me Peaceful and gentle, like sails on the breeze In an old house on a hillside Next to the sea There's a warm light on a cold night And clean cotton sheets Soap smellin' skin and tinglin' feet With stars linin' the skyline And shine through the trees In an old house on a hillside Next to the sea And when the autumn comes down We'll get what we need from the town And all of our friends will be round In an old house on a hillside Next to the sea Moon white as paper and night black as sleep With old things behind us and new things to be In an old house on a hillside Next to the sea And when the sunshine comes down My hair will turn golden And my skin will turn brown And all of our friends will be round

Something from the dark came down The night John Rufus died It landed on the window sill And there it cried all night We could not see the shape of it Wailing filled the air We knew not what it looked like But we knew why it was there I weigh my deeds on my father's scales And I balance them with coffin nails I'd moved off of the family farm in 1954 I was in and out of Fort Roots since I came back from the war He died on the Ides of March Just before the dawn Mama stayed up with him 'til that howling thing was gone I weigh my deeds on my father's scales And I balance them with coffin nails The things we carried in war The things we carry now Every ounce added up Can't seem to set them down I can't seem to set 'em down Something from the dark came down I still hear its song Did it follow from the old world Had it been here all along The banshee didn't seem to bother When it was wartime Too much death and sorrow Too many people crying I weigh my deeds on my father's scales And I balance them with coffin nails I weigh my deeds on my father's scales And I balance them with coffin nails