The house on Fishy Lake Road
Stands on the brow of the hill
Her timbers are weathered and grey
Her rooms are empty and still
No warmth from a welcoming fire
Beckons this traveller home
The wind from the range whistles through
Whipping round timber and stone
Chorus... Tell me your story
If it can be told
I know you've not always been empty and cold
Whisper it softly let it unfold
And tell me the story of
The house on Fishy Lake Road
And what of the ones who lived here
You sheltered through weal and through woe
The souls that drew breath in your walls
Who are they and where did they go?
Chorus...