Me On A Hill, You On A Hill
Oh, my dear boy in front of the flag
oh, my heart’s engolphed in worrisome flames.
Oh, my dear boy in front of the house
your kerchief’s fringes blowing in the wind.
Oh, I’m atop that hill, you’re atop this one
Oh, a nice one it is, just a little small.
Oh, neither small, nor big
Oh, just like a vintage pair
Oh, just like a round apple.