Under the bud-laced magnolia on Skyview's hill
Copper on rose and dusty white
Ancient setting on aging dwelling
On freshest green and pink
Simple, splendid, and mine
This hill I love
This setting sun
Faithful brook for weary soul
I could never tire of that copper glow
Or the still crisp moon in the blackest blue
Over the greying white house
Where the lights glow warm
And call me home
To Skyview's hill
