In a country house with the windows lit by burning wicks
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And the walls held up by wood and bricks and ghosts that wander through
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An old man died, but the help won¡¯t come till Monday next
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And he¡¯s gone to meet the architects of the only world he knew
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And he¡¯s lonesome
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And the family mourned, at the wake he lay in front of them
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Just as silent as he¡¯d ever been to any young child¡¯s eyes
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And by buried skin, they shed their laughter and their tears
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The pain of all those early years where innocence had died
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But now they¡¯re lonesome
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Memorials that we may build
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They won¡¯t the holes forever fill
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There is a deep and aching chill
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That settles in our bones
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¡¯Cause we¡¯re lonesome
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Did you ever love somebody?
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Did you ever lose someone?
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¡¯Cause we¡¯re lonesome
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In a country house with the windows all lit up
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Country House
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| Delta Rae |
