The Folks Who Live On The Hill

Some       day,

We’ll build a home         on a hilltop high,

you and I,     Shiny and new,

a cottage that two can fill;

And we’ll be pleased to be called

The folks who live on the hill.

Some       day,

we may        be adding a wing or two,

a thing or two;

We will make changes, as any family       will.

But we will always be called

The folks who live on the hill.

Our veranda will command a view of meadows green,

The sort of view that seems to want to be seen.

And when the kids grow up and leave us,

We’ll        sit and look at that same old view,

just we two        Baby and Joe,

who used to be       Jack and Jill,

The folks who like to be called

What they have always been called:

The folks who live on the hill.