We'll build a little cabin on a really tall hill Plant a little garden, pray for every meal And we'll grow and we'll grow Take a little nap on the butterfly grass Just you and I and the clouds that pass Hold me close, hold me close We'll be living out where the river bends Where the grass gets green and the highway ends Living easy Where it's you and me, baby, and the daffodils Kids growing up in the rolling hills And love will be enough for us Rain's coming down on the old tin roof It's a lullaby storm in the middle of June Falling slow, falling slow So what are we doing on the seventh floor Of a high rise apartment praying for more? We'll build a little cabin on a really tall hill