The Old, Old House - George Jones

There’s an old old house that once was a mansion

On a hill overlookin' the own

Where time’s left a wreck where once was a beauty

And soon the old house will tumble down

When the leaves begin to fall in the autumn

And the raindrops drip from the trees

There’s an old old man who walks in the garden

And his head is bowed in memory

They say he built the mansion for the love of a woman

And they planned to be married in the fall

But her love withered in the last days of summer

And the house stands empty after all