Hilside Manor

The place is welcoming
It may not looklike
Seen by a stormy night
It's always like this
With such ancient houses
It's as old as the hill

Such a charming place to stay in
Two way mirrors, Hillside manor

You're waken at night by
Sounds in the attic
Outside you've seen a light
But now daylight is back
Have no more fear
When everything is clear