This old house was once for dancing,
This old house once filled with joy.
With its beauty so entrancing,
Every little girl and boy.
Now its halls are filled with darkness.
Its rooms are dusty, cold.
This old house is growing so old.
Take a walk into the ballroom,
Now it hardly looks the same.
Now its chandelier is shattered,
Only stillness here remains.
Long ago there was the laughter
Through the stories that were told.
This old house has grown so old.