Muziek: Dick van Altena / Tekst: Dick van Altena
There’s a house on the hill
Where the sun don’t shine like before
Only wild, wild flowers bloom
And nobody calls my name anymore
Now the roof is falling down
And a sad moon is hiding
Behind that weeping willow tree
The paint is cracked and old
And the ol’ stove is cold
Cause there’s a house where home used to be
There’s a house on the hill
Where mamas children used to play
Now the green, green grass grows tall
And the birds that flew away stay away
Now the roof…
Now the roof…
The paint is cracked…
Where mamas children used to play
But the birds that flew away stay away |