on a Hillside, there’s a little abode
standing back from the big old oak
the one loved by so many countryfolks
it takes a country girl to love
The simple song of the Morning Dove
the smell of hyacinth, strong in the air
It evaporates all my worries and daily cares
life’s simple pleasures
are hidden hillside treasures
a fish to catch in the pond by the
colorful glen
as you sing a song from a time way back when
sister stops on your porch for a while
swapping stories sure to make me smile
just follow the dusty road by the brook
to get your personal hillside look
My Hillside view is inside my head
I think about it at night before bed
A picture-perfect no artist can match
No locks on doors, not even a latch
I hold my Hillside view close to my mind and my heart
As I patiently wait for my God to bring humankind’s new start