The Hill

There was a little old man on top of a hill

A little old man looking down

He’s checking out all the ways in

Cause the little old man has got a plan

He believes he can make it.

There’s a little green shutter on the roof of his house

With a little old scope poking out

He’s checking the clouds, to see

Cause you don’t want to get wet

rolling down the hill

There’s a pretty new spring in his step

With pressed ironed coat on his arm

His shining crown for all to see

Cause the little old man has got a plan

He’s looking down the hill.

He’s going to make it.

And all the town gather round

A sight to see is now

The little old man is rolling down

With his pressed ironed coat

Ripe with padding

Yes the little old man with the plan

Is rolling down the hill

Where the little old lady

with the bright red hat

and big old posy poking out

this little old lady is waiting smart

right at the bottom of the plan

for the little old lady with the bright red hat

has finally said

after years and years of waiting

to the little old man with the plan

Yes, I’ll marry.

the little old man

he’s left his hill.

He’s down.