In the Home of My Dreams

Hours become days, days become years,
In the home of my dreams
I will cherish my fears, cheers and tears

An antique bookshelf with dusty books
In the home of my dreams
I will read so that I won’t be like schnooks

Familiar face, complete trust, comfortable love
In the home of my dreams
I will live with a beloved, gentle as a dove

Small, cozy, well-lit, no empty spaces to stare at
In the home of my dreams
I will beautify with antiques, conducive to a chat

Trees in the front yard, a garden in the back yard
In the home of my dreams
I will welcome flowers, fruits, birds with regard

Blankets on sofa, blankets on bed, blankets everywhere
In the home of my dreams
I will cuddle, stay warm, and breathe fresh morning air

A porch, a balcony, a roof protecting the walls
In the home of my dreams
I will enjoy every autumn until the last leaf falls