This heart's mansion, a vacant space,
This heart's mansion, a barren place,
And no one comes to pay the fee.
Fourteen years have passed, my friend,
Within this mansion, no guest did see.
Alas, within it, no guest did see.
This heart's mansion, a vacant space.
Oh, fair maiden, for this home,
I rage, a desperate soul,
Yet helpless am, my love,
Now, the times, they take their toll.
To offer shelter, hard it is,
To offer shelter, hard it is,
For no one comes to pay the fee.
Fourteen years have passed, my friend,
Within this mansion, no guest did see.
Alas, within it, no guest did see.
This heart's mansion, a vacant space.
With shelter, comes the honor, friend,
The hats, to England they did flee,
In this transaction of shelter,
All the glory of the hat did die.
Upon those who shelter others,
Upon those who shelter others,
No one has come to cast a gleam.
Fourteen years have passed, my friend,
Within this mansion, no guest did see.
Alas, within it, no guest did see.
This heart's mansion, a vacant space.
Than this mansion, oh maiden,
Our humble shack, so sweet,
From wealthy crowds,
Our circle is a treat.
Money, a god, is money,
Money, a god, is money,
No kin, no friend, for you and me.
Fourteen years have passed, my friend,
Within this mansion, no guest did see.
Alas, within it, no guest did see.
This heart's mansion, a vacant space.
Let your shack call to me,
This mansion, I'll forsake,
From the wealthy, I'll break away,
With those of heart, my soul will make.
Come, let us unite,
Come, let us unite,
No longer owing any fee.
Fourteen years have passed, my friend,
Within this mansion, no guest did see.
Alas, within it, no guest did see.
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