Way out there in the hills Where the sage grows high On the pass where the wind blows dry Stands the house in the hills The Old House in the hills All alone, 90 summers Have blackened her walls 90 autumns have silenced the halls Of the house in the hills Empty now, gone to darkness The candle's glow And the echos of mandolins Died within her long ago But there was a time In the days when the herds came through In the days when the land was new Cattle was king She was the jewel of the range Like a jewel Her nights shining on and on Full of laughter and song The old house in the hills Dry years came Hard times came Bad things were done They say a child was hurt A man was hung At the house in the hills Those high sagebrush hills And they left her there Empty now, almost gone Only the wind now to sing her song In those high sagebrush hills It's times I swear Autumn days as I ride by there I can still hear those mandolins Soft crying deep within The old house in the hills A calf bawls in the fading light Prairie rolls away to meet the night From the house in the hills The old house in the hills