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