I think George Jones wrote a song that Bill Monroe recorded caled "The Old House." Went kindly like this...

There's an old, old house that once was a mansion,
On a hill overlooking the town,
But time had made a wreckage where once there was beauty,
And soon the old house would tumble down.

(chorus)
But when the leaves start to fall in the autumn,
And the rain starts to drip from the trees,
There's an old old man who walks in the garden,
And his head it is bowed in memory.

They say he built the mansion for the love of a woman,
And they planned to be married in the fall,
But her love wilted in the last days of summer,
And the house stood empty after all.

(chorus)
But when the leaves start to fall in the autumn,
And the rain starts to drip from the trees,
There's an old old man who walks in the garden,
And his head it is bowed in memory.

Hope you like it as much as I do. It's hard to do that one with dry eyes.

- Mark