A house on rocky shores it was,
A broken-hearted place;
Stone walls etched with memories,
That time cannot erase.
Where once there was a glowing hearth
Of warmth and billowing smoke,
Now all that's left are cold and dust,
No one its fires to stoke.
As wind blows through its rafters
On quiet nights like these,
You'll hear its timbers’ sad lament
Carried across darkened seas.
A broken-hearted place;
Stone walls etched with memories,
That time cannot erase.
Where once there was a glowing hearth
Of warmth and billowing smoke,
Now all that's left are cold and dust,
No one its fires to stoke.
As wind blows through its rafters
On quiet nights like these,
You'll hear its timbers’ sad lament
Carried across darkened seas.
