There's an house on the hill that's come off for sale
It's a place I have known since I was a lad
And it needs only a carpenter an hour and a nail
Whit the spur of the boy of dream I've always had
I climbed up the hill with the evening news
I've been sent from the town to deliver
And I stand in the porch and gaze at the views
Until my eyes are bruised by the sunset's glow and the river
I'd imagined a girl with whom share my life
As dreamers are all tempted to do
And the face I always come up
Was no one else but you
What say you Meg?
What's the story's ending
I want you Meg
By my side
What's the use Meg
To gaze at the view on your own?
For rich or for poorer
In sickness in health
I will see this through Meg
No chance of this ending
Such a view Meg
As we gaze
From the house on the hill
To love and to cherish
To heaven to odd
I'm a hard man to beat
If I'm maybe so bored
And I promise it all by the sword of my brow
Tell me what say you Meg now?