House On the Hill

House on the Hill (Bottles)

There are shelves full of bottles
In the house on the hill
It's the home of the dreamer
Where childhood lives still

There are bottles with darkness
And others with light
There are bottles with black clothing
And some all in white

There are bottles with seasons
And all kinds of weather
There are bottles for those lonely days
And times spent together

There are bottles with laughter
That ring like wind chimes
There are bottles with shouting
Dark and sour from hard times

There are bottles with memories
Of the smiles of a friend
There are bottles with memories
Of when good things had to end

There are shelves full of bottles
In the house on the hill
It's the home in my dreams
And I visit there still