It won't be long, we'll meet again Numb, we're broken, here I stand alone Wondering what were the last words I said to you The face of love You've never left me The rising sun Will always speak your name Your memory is never passing

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

'Cause I'm rising higher than I've been before And I'm ready, ready crying out for more I don't wanna fall asleep Baby stay awake with me The sun is never going Sun is never going Sun is never going down, down, down Is this life

In this love song, love Love song, love song Hey, hey, love won't find Find its own way home Sun shine, sun shine on me Sun shine, sunshine on me Spirit of the rising sun lift me up Hold me there and never let me fall Love me 'til I die, my heart won't

Hello my only one, just like the mornin' sun You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name Hello my only one, remember who you are No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey 'As I lay me down to sleep I hear her speak to

Rainbow country I will ride it Sun is a risin' Sure feels good to me Together we'd always be Are you really riding? I can't refuse it Feel like dancing Dance 'cause we are free

I want to feel that you want it I want to feel by the morning Oh let me feel what you are Flashes on match heads Splashes of ashes Embers arising Smoke fills the skies in Wind blows in then crashes Waves over the ashes

Oh they say that it's over And it just had to be In the misty morning, on the edge of time As the misty morning rolls away to die Reaching for the stars, we blind the sky We've lost the rising sun, a final sign We sailed across the air before we learned

With a gun in your hand, I'm the boogieman I'm gonna come and get you You've got to help us, can you? Yes you can You've got to help us, can you? Yes you can, oh If you point a gun at my rising sun Though we're not the one But in the bounds of your mind

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs