House On The Hill - John Miles

Stand by yourself in the still of the night

When people are quietly sleeping

Then up at the window a lady in white

And the wind brings the sound of her weeping

Used to belong to a suicide queen

Who knew that she wouldn’t make it

Everyone laughed as they called her a fool

Till finally she couldn’t take it

So she ended it all

In the House on the Hill

The people who lived near they won’t say a word

They look in the other direction

They say it’s a tale which they don’t believe

Then they pray to the Lord for protection

And there’s no-one will talk

Of the House on the Hill

The House on the Hill won’t hurt you at all

As long as you stay outside

And always remember the voice in the wall

A house where there’s nowhere to hide

The House on the Hill won’t hurt you at all

As long as you stay outside

And always remember the voice in the wall

A house where there’s nowhere to hide

A voice calls you back to the House on the Hill

Start thinking about what you’re leaving

So much going on that your feeling confused

And you don’t know just what to believe in

It keeps calling you back

To the House on the Hill

It keeps calling you back

To the House on the Hill