The Little White Town

There's a little white town not far from the sea,

And away from the world, where I fain would be;

There's a little white town

That runs up hill and down,

There's a little white town in my own countrie.

There's a little white house, and, if I were free

To make my choice, I would rather be

In that haven of rest

With the one I love best,

Than dwell anywhere else in the whole countrie.

There's a little white gown that is more to me

Than all other gowns in the world could be;

There's a little white gown

Being sewn in the town

That is dear to my heart in my own countrie.

For when the last stitch has been sewn, you see,

That little white gown will be worn for me,

In that little white town

That runs up hill and down,

By the daintiest bride in the whole countrie.

For when the last stitch has been sewn, you see,

That little white gown will be worn by me,

In that little white town

That runs up hill and down,

Just the happiest bride in the whole countrie.