ESTELLA:
Weeds grow well within these gates
Where flowers wouldn't dare
Painful mem'ries cling like vines
So why do I still care
For this old house
In this old house
The rooms are damp and cold
Decayed with mold
Yet keep their hold on me
PIP:
Roads we took led us astray
But circled back around
We should take what comes our way
Give thanks for what we’ve found
In this old house
Yes this old house
Familiar ways are dear
They brought us here
And now they’re clear to see
BOTH:
Tho’ shadows beat their wings,
We’ve found a place to run to
Two hearts can open doors,
They may have just begun to...
ESTELLA:
Many walls have broken down
PIP:
And others might with time
BOTH:
Now that we can look within
We'll find what’s left inside
Of this old house
In this old house
Our story has no end
It all depends
On what friends grow to be
In this old house
In this old house
Two souls return alone
To find a home in
This old house
