House with a view.
Up on tree lined cliffs,
Where earth be scarred by time,
Is a house with a view,
Oh how precious, that she be mine.
Brushed by winds in winter,
In summer bathed in golden sun.
Days roll ever swiftly on,
But the view still feels like fun.
Ocean flat as millpond deep,
Before my eyes a pure delight.
And when the daylight runs away,
I'm settled completely under starry night.
Only one thing is vacant here,
I'd miss more than this view.
To keep this house as if in spring,
The view I have when holding you....