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president 
Knew a republic he would not get 
He sent Collins to meet the British 
He sent Collins to his death!

The British treaty was signed by Collins
There is a house in New Orleans
Call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh lord, I'm one

If I'd listened
Ah, six white houses going two by two
Ah, six white houses going two by two
That some other woman
Has took my love from you

Ah, the train I'm
In a broken down apartment house
Lay a woman in labor
She said by the grace of God I'll have this child
And the help of a neighbor
At six o'clock
Upon a darkened night
The flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest

Shrouded by
house, in the cold, cold sun
I will wait until it all goes round
With you in sight, the lost are found
SPRING

In a broken down apartment house
Laid a woman in labor
She said by the grace of God
I'll have this child
And the help of a neighbor
Six
won't be led. we overlooked this engine. we'll run the motors til the sun stops rising. this train won't derail. this house on a hill. a dead metaphor. it
All is not well there is Evil in your House tonight

[ELEKTRA & ELDERS:]
Beware thy Name, Black Stars Fall, Forces Rising, time you were gone
Mariners will not arrive

Its coordinates are plotted

By its relative position to the rising sea


The lucky few who call it home

Are prosperous
of the House of the Rising Sun 
And what careless love can do 
You've heard of the wildwood flower 
That fades in the morning dew 

And of the ship that
wide
Gotta get away from here
Take that car and push that gear

He don't need no one
He's the rising sun
He won't shed no tears
Got no time
to the clouds)
For nothing else remains

Drifting in a daze when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house in the cold, cold sun

I
the clouds, for nothing else remains, 
Drifting in a daze, when evening will be done 
Try looking through a haze, 
At an empty house, in the cold, cold sun
it to the test 
One man rising up on the backs of the rest 
On the backs of his family, all the duds and the Does 
'Til the sun melts his wings
above our houses
Lightning bugs rising higher and higher
As the sun leaves behind
As the sun leaves behind
This valley
This waking valley song
it to the test 
One man rising up on the backs of the rest 
On the backs of his family, all the duds and the Does 
'Til the sun melts his wings
Ah, six white houses going two by two
Ah, six white houses going two by two
That some other woman
Has took my love from you

Ah, the train I'm
and out
And hover round my bed
Voices arrive and disappear
I want to talk to them

Darkness disintegrates
I'm rising, I'm rising toward a light
Well, the next day I drove to the address
by japanese design I was really impressed
it looked like a regular house of the rising sun.
I walked inside,
to the clouds)
For nothing else remains

Drifting in a daze when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house in the cold, cold sun

I
to the clouds)
For nothing else remains

Drifting in a daze when evening will be done
Try looking through a haze
At an empty house in the cold, cold sun

I
tomorrow side with the open road.
Pulled apart for you.
In the window unlocked and left open.
For the rising sun taking you back home.

If we never meet
on rising.
It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon.
And everywhere you look it's the same disguises.
The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum.
Defending ourselves with spear and bow
We took them out one by one
As the rising autumn sun glowed

There was twenty dead on each side
When we first