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Someday we'll build a home on a hilltop high |
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You and I, shiny and new |
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Cottage that two can fill |
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And we'll be pleased to be called |
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The folks who live on the hill |
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Someday we may be adding a wing or two |
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A thing or two |
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We will make changes, as any family will |
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But we will always be called |
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The folks who live on the hill |
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Our veranda will command a view of meadows green |
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The sort of view that seems to want to be seen |
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And when our kids grow up and leave us |
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We sit and look at that same old view |
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Just we two |
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Darby and Joan who used to be Jack and Jill |
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The folks who like to be called |
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What they have always been called |
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The folks who live on the hill |
