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Poetry is what is lost
in translation.
It is also what is lost
in interpretation.

The Folks Who Live On The Hill

Some day 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

Some day we may be adding a wing or two
A thing 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 the kids grow up and leave us
We'll sit and look at that same old view
Just we two
Baby and Joe* 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

Oscar Hammerstein II

*Thanks to Jim Denham for pointing out the correct phrase here is "Derby and Joan". Peggy Lee sings "Baby and Joe" on "The Man I Love", and that's my favourite version of the song, so I will keep that here.

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