Friday, June 29, 2018
The White House on the Hill beckons to me.
The White House on the Hill beckons to me:
The white house on the hill beckons to me
sitting by itself away from everything but a
A priest lives there they say and how blessed
he is, for on a bright June day the birds sing their
joyful songs in the verdant shady trees.
The fragrant pink rose bushes fill the
air with a lovely scent and the blue sky above the
house brightens everything so very nice.
How I'd like to visit that white house on the hill
and sit on a porch with a cup of tea in hand. Oh
how that white house on the hill beckons
to me; for just a moment I wish it were mine.