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 Green In 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.