Tyson Motsenbocker - House in the Hills

Get “Letters to Lost Loves“ iTunes: Amazon Music: Google Play: Tooth & Nail Store: Spotify: Music: LYRICS: She’s a strong arm, holding on to a house in the hills on the edge of the town She raised sons, twelve strong boys in six sets of twins In a house in the hills Twelve strong boys, good ministers sons Worked in the soil from the days they were young every Sunday, year after year they listen to their daddy pray He said Heavenly Father Be thou today What will be forever Good favor thou lay And as we forgive upon those who have sinned Bring salvation on all of them All mothers watch but not all mothers see Things that are coming the things that will be And as it was, as she watched over white frozen ground Came a thunder in the heavens A great buzzing sound The mayor was howling out Under the roar Panic and sirens to call in the war Thirteen brave men, they are packing their things In a snow covered house in the hills In the night, as the church bells would ring Good tidings for christmas Longing for spring The house was a shimmering, white watery globe As a dark hooded figure watched out under his robe Constantly changing, the seasons would know Thirteen red bullets in a box by the door Thirteen green ribbons, by bible, by sword A big empty house Big empty house A big empty house in the hills