Winter Phase: The Neighbors' Hill

The Neighbors’ Hill

The said, “Trade your hat
Forget your trade
Before you dull your only blade”
She’ll prefer the broom
I’ll prefer the spade
But, dragging a sled, what fun we made

(Chorus)
Oh…
A lot of work for a little thrill
Climbing up then down to climb back up again
The neighbors’ hill
Sliding down then up to slide back down again

Crisco a cardboard box
Blow up an inner tube
In all the games I knew someone had to lose
But now we’re all grown up
And I’m sick of games
So let me hold on to you in that sled again

(Repeat chorus twice)