House On a Hill

In an old house on a hillside Next to the sea Far from the madness, that folds around me Peaceful and gentle, like sails on the breeze In an old house on a hillside Next to the sea There's a warm light on a cold night And clean cotton sheets Soap smellin' skin and tinglin' feet With stars linin' the skyline And shine through the trees In an old house on a hillside Next to the sea And when the autumn comes down We'll get what we need from the town And all of our friends will be round In an old house on a hillside Next to the sea Moon white as paper and night black as sleep With old things behind us and new things to be In an old house on a hillside Next to the sea And when the sunshine comes down My hair will turn golden And my skin will turn brown And all of our friends will be round