Alt-J - House of the Rising Sun lyrics

[Verse 1] There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor soul And, Lord, my father's one [Verse 2] My mother, she's a tailor She sews those new blue jeans To keep my gambling father drunk Deep down in New Orleans [Chorus 1] It's a happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day [Verse 3] Like a bird flying over forest fire My father feels the heat beneath his wings And in debt he leaves for another town Where he gambles and, drunk, he still drinks [Verse 4] My mother hides from pleasure And thinks of Father on her knees Lifted in the arms of God Away from New Orleans [Chorus 2] Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day