House Of The Lord

There’s a house on the hill and it has’nt been lived in for a long long time.
And the windows are all broken, and the paint it’s lost it’s shine
And there’s nothing ever heard there
For there’s nothing every said
For the life of the house left a long time ago and the heart of the house is
dead
Oh house of the Lord, can’t you feel it how our heart is growing cold
When the spirit comes he quickens
When the spirit leaves life goes
There’s a room at the top and the door has been locked and it will never open up
For no matter who will knock, well it always stays tight shut
And there’s no one ever answered, so now there’s no one ever goes
For the room in the house, shut a long time ago
And the mind of the house is closed
There’s a room in the house, where the fire used to burn and the children used
to play, and the family would gather, to hear the words the father said
But now the room is cold and empty
And the embers glow faint red
For the fire of the house, failed a long time ago, and the heart of the house
is dead