Differences
My neighbor lives on the hill,And I in the valley dwell,My neighbor must look down on me,Must I look up?—ah, well,My neighbor lives on the hill,And I in the valley dwell.
My neighbor reads, and prays,And I—I laugh, God wot,And sing like a bird when the grass is greenIn my small garden plot;But ah, he reads and prays,And I—I laugh, God wot.
His face is a book of woe,And mine is a song of glee;A slave he is to the great “They say,”But I—I am bold and free;No wonder he smacks of woe,And I have the tang of glee.
My neighbor thinks me a fool,“The same to yourself,” say I;“Why take your books and take your prayers,Give me the open sky;”My neighbor thinks me a fool,“The same to yourself,” say I.