The House on the Hill

HOUSE ON THE HILL
Words and Music Bruce T. Carroll

When you're down on your knees in the alley
When you're flat on your back on the floor
When that sweet summer breeze from the alley
Won't roll and tumble past your door
When you think it over, when you've got some time to kill
The river may rise from where the riverbed lies
Right up to the top of this hill

The shops in the village are boarded up
And the streets are all empty downtown
On the table before you sits an empty cup
And uneasy on your head lies the crown
When you think it over, when you've got some time to kill
Through good times and bad, all the good times we had
At our house up on top of the hill
When you think it over...when you've got some time to kill
On this long long long road, all the kindness you showed
At our house up on top of the hill

When the ruckus and romance of history
Settle like dust on the floor
And the scripts and the stagecraft and mystery
Don't hold such sway anymore
Throw the doors of this house open wide
Let the laughter and light from inside
Illumine the path that has brought you
And will lead you away...

Sometimes I feel like Don Quixote
Sometimes I feel like Don Juan
Sometimes I feel like its time to be going
Sometimes I feel like I'm already gone
When I think it over, when I've got some time to kill
The river may rise from where the riverbed lies
Right up to the top of this hill
And when I think it over, when I've got some time to kill
The river may rise but my sweet baby still lies
In my arms at the top of this hill
Yes the river may rise but my sweet baby still lies
In my arms at the top of this hill

Vocals: Bruce T. Carroll
Acoustic Guitar: Bruce T. Carroll
Accordian: Jon Cobert
Violin: Sierra Noble