There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor boy

God, I know I'm one（注）



I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now

Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went

But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent



I cried to my daddy on the telephone, how long now

Until the clouds unroll and you come home, the line went

But the shadows still remain since your descent, your descent



The saints are coming, the saints are coming

I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

The saints are coming, the saints are coming

I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply



A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief, how long now

Until a weather change condemns belief, how long now

When the night watchman lets in the thief, what's wrong now?



The saints are coming, the saints are coming

I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

The saints are coming, the saints are coming



I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply



注：第一段歌词取自House Of The Rising Sun(http://www.xiami.com/song/1001820).放在这首歌中是因为此歌是为受Katrina飓风影响的新奥尔良市当地的音乐家和居民募捐。