Around the dinner table, the conversation was lively. Thank you but for now, the forum has been archived.
Will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts
I got dressed and to that house I did ride
From out on the road I could see its windows shining in light
A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door
I told her my story and who I'd come for
She said, 'I'm sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore'
My father's house shines hard and bright
It stands like a beacon calling me in the night
Calling and calling so cold and alone