The House
[version 1]
The house is dark
It’s the dead of night
Through my window
Pale moonlight
The neighbor’s windows
Are dark and stare
As if no one
Was living there
I feel alone
At times like these
When softly the the wind
Rustles the leaves
The house groans
From the cares of the day
When all the kids
Were hard at play
They’re unconcerned
About slamming doors
Or jumping and running
On bare wood floors
It seems, the house Breathes a sigh of relief
When all its occupants
Are fast asleep
[version 2]
It’s dark outside
the dead of night
Through the window
I see pale moonlight
Down the street
the windows are dark and stare
As if no one
was living there
Suddenly I get
a chilling sensation
As if a stranger
had entered our station
