This dirty mansion old and grey
  Have once upon a time seen better days
  The windows now abide in gloom
  There's no one living in these rooms
  The masters left it long ago
  Abandoned shadows dwell within its walls
  
  This house have had its palmy days in joy
  Once the girls would dance and sing
  The boys played by the pool
  It was a house of plenty
  A pleasure to the eye
  The golden age went by
  
  Now gloomy shadows wanders through these rooms
  Deserted to the dancing dust and echoes of the past
  From a house of plenty
  Then something flickered by
  The corner of my eye
  
  I do not know his history
  Or who this shape once was
  His eyes looks sad drained on faith
  He hovers just an inch or two
  Above the dusty floor
  A face so pale, with a hollow soul
  
  He's reaching out his hand
  Displays a golden coin
  It's not important anymore
  
  The old man told a tale of long ago
  An age of wealth and prosperity
  An age that soon would die
  At the house of plenty
  A pleasure to the eye
  That golden age went by
  
  This mansion old and grey
  Have once upon a time
  Seen better days
  The Masters left it long ago
  Abandoned shadows dwell within its walls
  
  No matter what all wealth can bring
  In the end it do not mean a thing
  If visions fade and hope decays
  If future plans ideals betray
  You'd better you'd better watch out
  For every house of plenty...