Once, a wild, young,  and reckless Texas woman married up with a no-good monkey man, and had many sorrows thereby, for he was a bad sort who tried to fool people all the time, and used drugs and suchlike behaviors.  She did, however, have a handsome son whom she lived for and loved more than life itself.  Many years later she left the monkeyman and found herself, instead, a real human man, with whom she settled and built a family. She scraped and saved and he worked and slaved, and they had several more wonderful children.  And also, after many years of love and labor, they found the house of their dreams, high on a hill in the outskirts of Arlington. It was a beautiful house with woodwork, and stone walls, and gardens, old Texas roses and blue-bonnets and trees for bluebirds to come to  in the evening.

About this house, this fair Texas gal once asked me to write a song. She named the house Moon on the Hill, and so that is the name of the song, likewise.