Answer:
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
Half-way up the hill, I see you at last, lying beneath me with your sounds and sights. A city in the twilight, dim and vast, with smoking roofs, soft bells, and gleaming lights.
He has married many women but has never married.
What travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?