On this side of the blue hill There's a house built from dreams Layered by hands of stone And the seeds that grow there Flourish like laughter And the souls it sheds Thrive in time To bid a place goodbye To wave back at a smile On through the gates On to the roads That serpent through the hills Perched on top of the highest roof Dances he who plays Melodies on a silver flute Little man metal made When the barking stops It is time to leave To bid the dog goodbye To cast a shadow high On through the gates On to the roads That serpent through the hills