There's a house on the hill that's come off for sale

It's a place I have known since I was a lad

And it needs a lick of paint and a hammer and a nail

But it's part of the boyhood dream I've always had.

I climb up the hill with the evening news

I've been sent from the town to deliver

And I stand in the porch and gaze at the views

'til my eyes are bruised by the sunset's glow on the river.

I'd imagine a girl who would share my life

As dreamers all tend to do

And the face I always conjured up

Was no one else but you.

What say you, meg?

What's this story's ending?

I want you, meg, by my side

What's the use, meg,

To gaze at a view on your own?

For rich or for poorer

In sickness, in health

I will see this through, meg

No chance of this ending

Such a view, meg

As we gaze from a 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?

How's this story shaping?

I want you, meg

As we gaze from a house on the hill.

For rich or for poorer

In sickness, in health

I'll 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?