Our Little Home

Some day when we are tired

Of houses grand and tall,

I think we'll find a little house,

Where only songbirds call;

A little house in the 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 flowers we loved for yore,

And only little happy ghosts

Shall pass within the door;

And Time with loving finger

Shall touch the dialstone

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!