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