Here is yet another iteration of the song that has earned me more views than any of my other videos! My sister, Sandy, and I recorded this in 2010, and you can see that original video on You Tube too, but this is a pictorial representation made, I think, by one of my subscribers using that rendition as the backing music. All I did was add a little reverb. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I thought this presentation was worth sharing.


There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many-a poor boy,
And God I know I'm one.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found;
Was blind, but now I see.

My mother was a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans.

'Tis grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk;
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

Now mother, tell you children
Not to do what I have done;
To spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun.

When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Then when we first begun!