Down this little narrow lane through deserted fields you'll find
An old white farm house with shutters of pale green
The paint already peeled as time attempts to steal
Sources of the old mansion's fame

But it's still standing, it clings to life with the memories it once claimed
Still Standing Its foundation's based upon it seems walls that knew of all our dreams
An attic floor provided a place to play
As long as I remember it will never surrender but remain Still Standing

The rusty bucket still hangs from the out of practice chain
Over what was once a wishing well where we kept our dreams
Guarded by the jet airplane made from that old oak tree
Fragile sources of the mansion's fame

And it's still standing, it clings to life with the memories it once claimed
Still Standing Its foundation's based upon it seems walls that knew of all our dreams
An attic floor provided a place to play
As long as I remember it will never surrender but remain Still Standing

Now the burial ground atop that hill holds weathered stone
Home now to many worn carved names
They rest and oversee what may come as they create
Ageless sources for the mansion's fame.

And it's still standing, it clings to life with the memories they once claimed
Still Standing Its foundation's based upon it seems walls that knew of all their dreams
An attic floor to provided a place to play
As long as it's remember it will never surrender but remain
Still Standing Still Standing