Our Little Home

Some day when we are tired of the houses grand and tall,

I think we'll find a little house, where only songbirds call;

A little house in a forest, where trees make gentle moan,

And we'll dwell there, and we'll dream there,

in our little house alone!

You and I, dear, you and I, dear, in our little house alone!

We'll plant a tiny garden with the flow'rs we loved of yore,

And only little happy ghosts shall pass within the door;

And Time with loving finger shall touch the dial stone,

And we'll dwell there, and we'll dream there,

in our little house alone!

You and I, dear, you and I, dear, in our little house alone!