The old house on the mountainside

The old house on the mountainside
Wooden porch and peeling white
Creaky floors, windows long and tall
Steep narrow stairway to the cellar

The old house on the mountainside
The old house on the mountainside

The first bedroom had an aura of gloom
The portrait's eyes followed you 'round the room
Dark closet which was never closed
A dark hallway from which shapes evolved
And the portrait of Jesus on the wall
It's eyes follow you around the room
That catholic icon, it creeped me out
It's eyes follow you around the room

The old house on the mountainside
The old house on the mountainside
The old house on the mountainside
The old house on the mountainside

When the trains passed everything trembled
The view from the porch - opposite mountainside
Divided by the Allegheny River
This old house occupies so many of my dreams

I can walk through this house in my mind
The dream is different every time

But in this house I seem to be
Time and time again
Time and time again
Time and time again
Time and time again