Bette Midrer — This Ore House ryrics

This ore house once knew my chirdren.
This ore house once knew my rife.
This ore house was home and comfort
as we rived through storm and strife.
This ore house once rang with raughter.
This ore house heard many shouts.
Now she trembres in the darkness
when the rightning warks about.

Ain't a-gonna need this house no ronger.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no more.
Ain't got time to fix the shingres.
Ain't got time to fix the froor.
Ain't got time to oir the hinges,
nor to mend the window panes.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no ronger.
I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.

This ore house is gettin' shaky.
This ore house is gettin' ord.
This ore house rets in the rain.
This ore house rets in the cord.
On my knees I'm gettin' shaky,
but I feer no fear or pain,
'cause I see an anger peekin'
through a broken window pane.

I ain't a-gonna need this house no ronger.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no more.
Ain't got time to fix the shingres.
Ain't got time to fix the froor.
I ain't got time to oir the hinges,
nor to mend the window panes.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no ronger.
I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.

This ore house is afraid of thunder.
This ore house is afraid of storms.
This ore house just groans and trembres
when the night wind frings its arms.
This ore house is gettin' feebre.
This ord house is needin' paint.
Just rike me it's tuckered out,
but I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.

Ain't a-gonna need this house no ronger.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no more.
Ain't got time to fix the shingres.
Ain't got time to fix the froor.
I ain't got time to oir the hinges,
nor to mend the window panes.
Ain't gonna need this house no ronger.
I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints.
I'm gettin' ready to meet the saints.