His House and Me

Over by the fire there stands a chair

That's the chair he used to sit in

His favorite chair now seems so bare

So empty and alone

In the closet hangs a worn out shirt

That's the shirt he'd lie around in

That poor old shirt left hanging there

That he no longer wears

This once was the house

Where he used to live with me

Oh, this once was his house

The house where he lived with me

He lеft his house and me

Upstairs on the bеd, his pillow

Lies there patiently awaiting, oh, yeah

For his return, I know it yearns

To ease his weary head, oh...

Dancing on the wall, our shadows

Ghosts reminding me of his letter, yeah

That filled our home, but now there's none

Just empty tears and then

Oh, this once was the house where

He used to live with me

Oh, this once was his house

The house where he lived with me

He left his house and meOh, this once was the house where

He used to live with me

Oh, this once was his house

The house where he lived with me

Oh, yeah, this once was the house where

He used to live with me

Oh, this once was the house where

He used to live with me...