ever surrender" That is our slogan We don't give up I believe we can find The last survivor 'cause we are the mission Of rising sun
children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of 'The Rising Sun' Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call, 'The Rising Sun
I know you don't like it butcha You fit in like the rising sun On the holy holy road Out there on that line And I know I dreamt of you But I'm starting
There is a house in new orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She
the land of the rising sun Hope we'll be all together But we all gonna have some fun So we can conquer all We cross the land of the rising sun Hope we
to You, Oh, we praise You. 3. Look into the rays of the rising sun; Here they come, one by one. Look into the rays of the rising sun; Here they come,
a-goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm goin' back to end my life Down in the Risin' Sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun
away The key to the long lost door In the darkest of days Show us the guiding light - Let our fears fall away Sun is rising - sun is rising - sun is rising
will have our way Now we will have it! On the hills of charming dragons There is snow falling everywhere Sorcerers bring a new Sun And we will soon be
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and Lord I know I'm one My mother was a talor boys
play that game In pride and grace, we rise with the sun With the morning light, we just run and run The good old days, that imaginary place With the rising sun
in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back, back to New Orleans For my race is nearly run Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life Beneath that Rising Sun
I was young And I've worked since then to pleasure the men At the house of the Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising sun It
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun, And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor
goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm goin' back to spend my life Beneath the Rising Sun There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
at the Rising Sun So mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend my life in a?? sitting in misery Down at the Rising Sun
Here I come to save the day A little boy inside a dream just the other day His mind fell out of his face and the wind blew it away A hand came out from