This house Called us on the other coast It knew that we’d become a ghost It said as far as it could tell We should come out and stay a spell And it took us in with open arms High above the lights and car alarms Of the carnival that can’t be killed This house upon the hill//
This house Sends me to the streets below To go and play another show But it loves it when we come home fine To drink another bottle of wine And it makes our bed upon the porch Under starlight’s silver torch And it stays up when I can’t sleep ‘Cause it knows I’ve got a plan to keep//
This house Is going to take the fall for me While I walk away free While I walk away free While I walk away free//
This house Has seen it all done before Had a hundred people through its door And it knows we’re not getting young But it wants our song to be sung And it’s sad that we’ve got to go Though I told it we’ll be back, I know And I hope it will be standing still This house upon the hill//
MAY YOUR SOUL GET TO HEAVEN
If you see a magpie remember this rhyme “One for sorrow and two for joy Three for a girl and four for a boy Five for silver and six for gold Seven for a secret never to be told” Where a spider ‘round your neck in a walnut shell Keep a folded newspaper in your shoe Stick the pages up with wallpaper glue The devil has to read every word Before he can get to you I’ve heard//
May your soul get to Heaven May your soul get to Heaven Get to Heaven So the devil knows you’re dead//
Don’t you let the robin in keep the white moth out See the seventh son of the seventh son If you need healing he’s the one It never bodes well to see a dog cry You dreamed of snow now your parents’ gonna die If she doesn’t drop the scissors then she’s been true But don’t part ways on a bridge, my friend ‘Cause you’ll never see each other again And if you catch a sparrow on Valentine’s Day You’ll marry poor but be happy anyway//
May your soul get to Heaven May your soul get to Heaven Get to Heaven So the devil knows you’re dead//
Throw the windows up, move the birdcage out If the doors are locked, his soul can’t leave Take all the buttons off his sleeve Sew up his pockets and close his eyes Turn all the mirrors and tell no lies If you lived a good life there’ll be flowers on your grave And they’ll keep one half of your comb But don’t ever try to follow them home ‘Cause they don’t want you there no more at all//
May your soul get to Heaven May your soul get to Heaven Get to Heaven So the devil knows you’re dead//Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
