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 smelling skin and tingling feet With stars lining 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 like asleep 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