"House of the Rising Sun" is an old folk ballad first written down in 1925. It's a song that was made famous by The Animals as a legendary rock anthem. It was so successful it made us all forget the folk origins. Here is my take on that original heartbeat and find the soul of a story bourn in oral tradition.

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Lyrics by : Unknown

Arrangement and Music: © 2025 Modern Bard

All rights reserved.

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There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun.

It's been the ruin of many a poor soul, and me, oh God, I'm one.

My mother, she's a tailor, sews those new blue jeans.

And my father, he's a gambler, down in New Orleans.

The only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk.

The only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.

Go and tell my baby sister, not to do what I have done.

To shun that house in New Orleans, they call that Rising Sun.

My mother, she's a tailor, sews those new blue jeans.

And my father, he's a gambler, down in New Orleans.

My race is almost run.

My life is almost over.

Going back down to New Orleans,

to that house of the Rising Sun.

One foot is on the platform, one foot on the train.

I'm going back to New Orleans, to wear that ball and my chain.