high upon a hill there is a cabin one you would have loved to call your own wait for me there a breeze in the air i ll wait for you to see that i have grown and why am i afraid to say it s over reaching for the table for the line part of me knows that i cannot hope for more than i deserve to ease my mind and when he comes i will not be alarmed i will not be alarmed i will know it s enough and when he comes i will not be alarmed i will not be alarmed i will know fire that will burn until the morning test me in a blanket of your light tender in stow circle your home and carry you away into the night and when he comes i will not be alarmed i will not be alarmed i will know it s enough and when he comes i will not be alarmed i will not be alarmed i will know