歌词：John Miles. House On The Hill.

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 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 you're 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