What Say You, Meg?

There's a house on the hill that's come up for sale
It's a place I've known since I was a lad
And it needs a lick of paint and a hammer and a nail
But it's part of a boyhood dream I've always had.

I'd climb up the hill with the evening news
I'd been sent from the town to deliver
And I'd stand on the porch and gaze at the views
‘Til my eyes were bruised by the sunset's glow on the river
I'd imagine a girl who would share my life
As dreamers'll tend to do
And the face I always conjured up was no one else but you.

What say you, Meg?
How's this story shaping?
I want you, Meg
By my side
What's the use, Meg?
To gaze at a view on your own
For richer, for poorer
In sickness and health, I will.

See this through, Meg
No chance of this ending
Such a view, Meg
As we gaze from our house on the hill
To love and to cherish, to have and to hold
I'm a hard man to beat
If I may be so bold
And I promise it all by the sweat of my brow
Tell me what say you, Meg, now?

What say you, Meg?
What's this story's ending?
I want you, Meg
We can gaze from our house on the hill
For richer, for poorer
In sickness and health
I'd be hard to replace
If I say so myself
And I promise it all by the sweat of my brow
Tell me what say you, Meg, now?