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 'til 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?
What say you Meg How's the story shaping I want you Meg As we gaze from the house on the hill
For rich or for poorer In sickness in health I'll be hard to replace If I say so myself And I promise it all by the sword of my brow Tell me what say you Meg now?