They built a house on a hill by the road With timber and sweat, where the wildflowers grow The farmers came down with their wagons and chains Dragging the logs through the wind and the rain
They said, “It’s gotta stand before the fall ‘Cause the man’s comin’ back when he hears the call” He left for the dreams in the far U.S.A. But now he’s returnin’ to stay
The old house was burned in a fire of rage A neighbor gone mad tore the past from the page No walls were left, just a curtain that swayed Now a new home stands where the ashes lay