Old House Songtext / Lyric

Way out there in the hills

Where the sage grows high

On the pass where the wind blows dry

Stands the house in the hills

The Old House in the hills



All alone, 90 summers

Have blackened her walls

90 autumns have silenced the halls

Of the house in the hills



Empty now, gone to darkness

The candle's glow

And the echos of mandolins

Died within her long ago



But there was a time

In the days when the herds came through

In the days when the land was new

Cattle was king

She was the jewel of the range






Like a jewel

Her nights shining on and on

Full of laughter and song

The old house in the hills



Dry years came

Hard times came

Bad things were done

They say a child was hurt

A man was hung

At the house in the hills

Those high sagebrush hills



And they left her there

Empty now, almost gone

Only the wind now to sing her song

In those high sagebrush hills



It's times I swear

Autumn days as I ride by there

I can still hear those mandolins

Soft crying deep within



The old house in the hills

A calf bawls in the fading light

Prairie rolls away to meet the night

From the house in the hills

The old house in the hills