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Jun 2015
At the house on the hill where the evergreens grew,
By the lake where we fished while our love was still new,
We had talked; we had walked to the end of the roads
We had pride in our stride and made high all our lows

At the house on the hill where the evergreens grew,
On the swing where we laughed, it was then when I knew
That our talks and our walks were much more than a game
And quite soon, if I could, I would give you my name

At the house on the hill where the evergreens grew,
In the dark of the night when the stars shined for you,
With no care in the world, we made love in the grass
With a passionate heat no one else could surpass

At the house on the hill where the evergreens grew,
Where we laid in the grass from the frost ‘til the dew
I had seen all to come, but I was not aware
That I could have been wrong, and I truly despaired

At the house on the hill where the evergreens grew,
In the door where we kissed and I said “bye” to you,
In my sorrow I stood, and I knew you were gone
From the house on the hill where I waited so long.

At the house on the hill where the evergreens grew,
The trees all stayed green like my love did for you.
Written by
Nick Kasparie
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