C F C And here, atop the hill so high C F C Lived an old man, now his house is mine C F C He gave it to me before I arrived C Am C Am C On the hill, the pasture was fine, his sheep were alive C F C But I sold them all, every woolly one C F C There was a carrot patch, now it's gone C F C The old dusty shack, cold and bare C Am I turned it into something rare C F The dark little forest now shines at night C F With lanterns hung, casting light C F And at the cliff's edge, a fence so strong C Am A beacon so bright, no sailor goes wrong