Lyrics

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’d climb up the hill with the evening news
I’d been sent from the town to deliver,
And I’d stand on the porch and gaze at the views
‘Til my eyes were bruised by the sunset’s glow on the river.
I’d imagine a girl who would share my life,
As dreamers’ll tend to do,
And the face I 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?

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?