Текст песни John Miles - House On The Hill
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Stand by yourself in the still of the nightWhen people are quietly sleeping.Then up at the window a lady in whiteAnd the wind brings the sound of her weeping.Used to belong to a suicide queenWho knew that she wouldn`t make itEveryone laughed as they called her a foolTill finally she couldn`t take it.So she ended it allIn the House on the Hill.The people who lived near they won`t say a wordThey look in the other direction.They say it`s a tale which they don`t believeThen they pray to the Lord for protection.And there`s no-one will talkOf the House on the Hill. The House on the Hill won`t hurt you at allAs long as you stay outside,And always remember the voice in the wallA house where there`s nowhere to hideThe House on the Hill won`t hurt you at allAs long as you stay outside,And always remember the voice in the wallA house where there`s nowhere to hideA voice calls you back to the House on the HillStart thinking about what you`re leaving,So much going on that your feeling confusedAnd you don`t know just what to believe inIt keeps calling you backTo the House on the HillIt keeps calling you backTo the House on the Hill