Lyrics
On ninety-seven acres I live all alone Protected by an iron gate I have fountains made of stoneI've lived my life for wealth and these riches that I ownLike the silver-bordered picture from my daughter's trip to RomeIt hangs amongst the beauty of all that I possess Listening to the echoes in the darkness
This house is hauntedA voice so lonelyWhispers through the windowWith a taunting memory My life casts shadowsThat dance around meOh, I am astounded though I am surrounded by all I ever wanted---This house is haunted
Her teenage smile is fixed in time beneath the Italian sun Her eyes bright with confidence of years she thought to comeBut God called her away from me and its left me feeling numbNow look at what my mansion has become:A ghost town built on fortune, a teary-eyed estateThe symbol of a lesson learned too late
Chorus
Though her light shined for just a little whileIt might as well have burned a thousand yearsI can feel her spirit fill this placeWith love, hope and grace, that time cannot erase
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