We will make changes as any fam'ly will
What we have always been called
The sort of view that seems to want to be seen
The folks who live on the hill
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green
Darby and Joan, who used to be Jack and Jill
And we'll be pleased to be called
And when our kids grow up and leave us
And we'll be pleased to be called
And we will be pleased to be called
The folks who live on the hill
Someday we may be adding a thing or two, a wing or two
We'll sit and look at the same old view, just we two