Sitting at home by the fire

I'm tired of the hustle, the hurry and bustle,

The fog and the smoke and the mire;

I want to be cosy and dreamy and dozy,

Just sitting at home by the fire.

I'm sick of the spending, the saving and lending,

There's only one thing I desire-

It's you sitting near me to comfort and cheer me,

Just cosy at home by the fire.

I've done with contriving, and scheming, and striving

For pleasures that tarnish and tire;

I'd rather be lazing and watch the logs blazing,

Just sitting at home by the fire.

Let other folks scramble, and struggle, and gamble,

To riches and glory aspire-

My heaven is here, love, beside my own dear love,

Just sitting at home by the fire.