: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She
m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun. There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
come and the spell is on the run waiting for a sign now we're on the line [CHORUS:] We cross the land of the rising sun Hope we'll be all together But
on hey baby, where do you, comin' from boy she looked at me and smiled, and looked into space and she said, 'i'm comin' from the land of new rising sun
misery In the house of the rising sun. I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run, I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun
the sun's gonna rise up Our love keeps movin' movin' 'Cause I know, it happens all the time But something that we're doin' doin' Just like the sun's gonna rise
your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
: Look at the rising sun Look at the game we?re in everyone Heaven is open for us tonight Look at the road behind Look at the miles we?ve walked, you
we own something Maybe? And new emotions come Only when they come from nothing, out of rules Maybe we feel we lost something And maybe? How can we feel the joy Of a rising sun
born in the light of a new uprising, rising. Hide from the light if you're not with the new sun rising, rising. A new sun rising.
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She
the rising sun And the place it's coming from Is inside of you and now your payment's overdue Oh the rising sun, oh the rising sun On the avenue of
and misery in the house of the rising sun. I`m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run, I`m going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun
sun rising It's shining It's just the sun rising It's just the sun rising It's shining It's just the sun rising Sun rising Life, love, life, love Life
to spend my life In the house of the Risin' Sun. In the house of the Risin' Sun. In the house of the Risin' Sun. In the house of the Risin' Sun. The Risin' Sun
hey gipsy boy where do you come from? from the land (of the) new rising sun hey gipsy boy where do you plan to go to? i'm gonna spread a lot of love
There is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor She
