The trees are full of squirrels and crows
I'm glad this is the home they chose
They're friends of mine when I'm in decline
A driveway strewn with pepper seeds
Makes a path that always leads
To melodies left on the breeze
On Peppertree Hill
Where sprit's are still
In the peaceful magic muse
On Peppertree Hill
Where there's time to distill
The story to words I can use
There are dreams I can fulfill
Nightmares I can kill
In the music of Peppertree Hill
Secret gardens can appear
I'm lucky to be planted here
Where I can grow in ground I know
On Peppertree Hill
Where sprit's are still
In the peaceful magic muse
On Peppertree Hill
Where there's time to distill
The story to words I can use
There are dreams I can fulfill
Nightmares I can kill
In the music of Peppertree Hill
On Peppertree Hill
Where sprit's are still
In the peaceful magic muse
On Peppertree Hill
Where there's time to distill
The story to words I can use
There are dreams I can fulfill
Nightmares I can kill
In the music of Peppertree Hill
