There is a house in Symra,
They call the Sinking sun.
Well it's been the ruin of many poor boys,
And God I know I'm one.
Oh mother, tell your children,
Not to do what I have done.
You spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.
Well there is a house in Symra
They call the Rising sun.
And it's been the ruin of many poor boys,
And God I know I'm one.
Lots of tears have falled,
Sun took them away
With the lights of the day
'Cause, It was house of
the Rising Sun
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