Upon a hill there is a house
Surrounded by a grove
Wth relatives all gathered close
To see my lady love.
Her little house is neat and clean,
No speck of dust within.
A nicer house cannot be seen
And still be built by men.
Today it is her wedding day
And yet she sits in gloom,
And all the world is dark and grey
For I am not her groom.
For on the hill there is a house
Surrounded by a grove,
With relatives all gathered close,
And therein lies my love.
This one is still neat to sing at SCA events.
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