|This is the house that Jack built.|
|These are the bricks surrounding the door that led into the house that Jack built.|
|This is the way the visitors came, to bring the gifts when she changed her name|
And moved into the house that Jack built.
|This is the fire that warmed the room,|
Where she laboured calm in the twilight gloom
And gave birth in the house that Jack built
|This is the window where every night |
She lit a candle, flickering bright
For her first-born son 'cross the seas
That he'd be safe, and come home please
Back to the house that Jack built
|This is the room where lost in a haze|
His wife prepared to exit the maze
Thinking back over her glory days
And was gone from the house that Jack built.