There's a place out on the edge of town, sir
Risin' above the factories and fields
Now ever since I was a child I can remember
That mansion on the hill
In the day you can see the children playing
On a road that leads to those gates of hardened steel
Steel gates that completely surround, sir
That mansion on the hill

At night my daddy take me and we'd ride
Through the streets of a town so silent and still
Park on a back road along the highway signs, sir
Look up at the mansion on the hill

In the summer all the lights would shine
There'd be music playin' people make all the time
Me and my brother we'd lie down in the tall cornfields, sir
Sit and listen to the mansion on the hill

Tonight I'm here in Linden Town
I watch the cars rushin' by home from the mill
There's a beautiful full moon rising
Above the mansion on the hill

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Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen