Rusted Glory

There's this old, abandon hotel where I live. It was big time in the 1800's. Somebody should record a record there. It might be haunted folks say.

 http://www.paranormalpeopleonline.com/hotel-haunting-in-cambridge/  

©2014 Alex Nichols, Gunther Trout

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(Slow 4/4  E minor)

All the silverware's sold

Fine linnens no more

And somebody took

The rugs off the floor

All that's left

Of this once fine hotel

Is the shell of its soul

And a rusted doorbell

There's boards on the windows

Darkness abounds

The gardens are gone

And the spa it shut down

Once lavish and posh

Glory it fades

The springs all dried up

Then nobody stayed

The piano is gone

But i know what i heard

I can here it at night

Folks say that's absurd 

All that's left

Of a once fine hotel

Is the shell of its soul

And a rusted doorbell