This old house...
was built on love
Now with the peeling of the paint
there is not enough
To keep the peace in this house
and the appearances up
When this old house
was built on love

This old house...
ain't what it used to be
The walls are cracked and fading
the floorboards worn and creak
With the shattered windows
all facing to the street
Yes, this old house
ain't what it used to be

This old house...
has certainly seen it all
From the cold of the basement floor
to the cobwebbed upper loft
From the front door slam
to the walking off
This old house
has certainly seen it all

This old house...
was made of sticks and stones
Plastered together with hateful words
along with broken bones
Now it stands as a testament
as it now stands alone
This old house
was made of sticks and stones