I wake up here and I think how it was Before the paint started fading No history books where written 'bout this block But the stories I've heard are persuading This old house is castle to me A place that I'll keep in a warm memory Someday I'll be gone and I'll turn in my key And then I'll be a little piece of the house history And then I'll be a little piece of the house history Cracked stained glass, drafty old doors Cracked window sills and scratched floors Holes in the wall from ancient decor Cobwebs on the ceiling I ignore This old house is castle to me A place that I'll keep in a warm memory Someday I'll be gone and I'll turn in my key And then I'll be a little piece of the house history And then I'll be a little piece of the house history