There’s an old old house that once was a mansion
On a hill overlooking the town
But time made a wreckage where once there was beauty
And soon the old house had tumbled down.
But when the leaves start to fall in autumn
And the leaves start to drip from the trees
There’s an old old man who walks through the garden
And his head is bowed in memory.
Well they say he built that mansion for the love of a woman
And they planned to be married in the fall
But her love faded with the last rose of summer
And the house stood empty after all.