There’s a house on the hill that’s come up for sale
It’s a place I’ve known since I was a lad
And it needs a lick of paint and a hammer and a nail
But it’s part of a boyhood dream I’ve always had
I climb 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
Till my eyes are bruised by the sunset’s glow on the river
I’d imagine a girl who’d share my life
As dreamers will tend to do
And the face I’d always conjure up
Was no one else but you
What say you, Meg?
What’s this story’s ending?
I want you, Meg, by my side
What’s the use, Meg
To gaze at a view on your own
For rich or for poorer, in sickness and 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 have and to hold
I’m a hard man to beat
If I may be so bold
And I promise it all by the sweat of my brow
Tell me what say you, Meg, now
What say you, Meg?
How’s this story shaping?
I want you, Meg
As we gaze from the house on the hill
For rich or for poorer, in sickness and health
I’d be hard to replace
If I say so myself
And I promise it all by the sweat of my brow
Tell me what say you, Meg, now?
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