Many men with lofty aims strive for lofty goals.

Others play at smaller games, being simpler souls.

I am of the latter brand. All I want to do

Is to find a spot of land and live there with you.

Someday we'll build a home on a hilltop high

You and I, shiny and new

A cottage that two can fill

And we'll be pleased to be called

The folks who live on the hill

Someday we may be adding a thing or two

A wing or two

We will make changes, as any family will

But we will always be called

The folks who live on the hill

Our verandah will command a view of meadows green

The sort of view that seems to want to be seen

And when our kids grow up and leave us

We sit and look at that same old view

Just we two, Darby and Joan

Who used to be Jack and Jill

The folks who like to be called

What they have always been called

The folks who live on the hill