[Verse] High up in the hills is a house Sitting at the peak of a thousand stairs You're there The dead are with you in the parlour Your mother and your father are at the head They talk and you listen [Pre-Chorus] What is the chance of making a life with me? My darling What's the chance of leaving that life to me? [Chorus] But it isn't enough to take a denarius A son or a daughter won't pay for your love No It isn't enough To give you a denarius A son or a daughter won't pay for your love [Verse 2] A woman in a dress with a hole in the side And tears in her eyes holds out her arms You pull away A man A carpenter with cracks in his hands Says "Hold on tight and don't let go You're mine" [Pre-Chorus] What is the chance of making a life with me? My darling What's the chance of leaving that life to me? [Chorus] But it isn't enough to take a denarius A son or a daughter won't pay for your love No It isn't enough To give you a denarius A son or a daughter won't pay for your love [Outro] No It isn't enough No It isn't enough No It isn't enough No It isn't enough
