Here On the Hill

Here on the hill, we sit together beneath a cloudless sky
Above a valley of pastures that sprawl far beyond the reach of sight
The fragrant scent of honeysuckle in bloom is stirred by a gentle wind
As the midday sun so high shines warm upon our skin

Here on the hill, there lays before us a picnic so fine
Green grapes and sharp cheese, soft bread and sweet moscato wine
A small feast that we share until our bellies are good and full
Then we lie back to watch the lazy passing afternoon

If only every day could be so easy and so free

Here on the hill, your words paint imagery from times of old
And in turn I speak to you of days we have not yet come to know
Then together, we dream aloud of things we'll do and all the places that we will someday see
Of years far from now and where we hope that we might be

If only every day could be so simple and so free

Here on the hill, shadows stretch long and burdens grow light
You page through a paperback; my head resting in your lap, I close my tired eyes
The fluttering of the leaves in the birches soothes and sends me off to sleep
'Til I wake to your hand in my hair; your face smiling down at me

If only every day could be so peaceful and so free
If only time we share like this would never have to end

Here on the hill, stars appear with twilight's approach
Gathering basket and blanket, we start to make our way back home