Lyrics

Arthur Millburn
Some men will search for paradise,
Some place, they’re never quite precise,
Some world beyond, just round the bend,
Where lost horizons have no end.
But Heaven’s here, it’s right on this ground,
It’s real it’s solid, once it’s found,

It’s no illusive pirate’s gold,
Some fairy story told.

It’s here, it’s now, it’s in this place
It’s as if I always knew,
When the face I’ve always conjured up
Was no one else but you.

What say you, Meg?
How’s this story shaping?
I want you, Meg,
By my side.
What’s the use, Meg?
To gaze at a view on your own,
For richer, 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 our 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?

I’ve asked you this before, so I’m asking again.

What say you, Meg?
What’s this story’s ending?
I want you, Meg,
We can gaze from our house on the hill.
For richer, 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?