House of Dreams

 

There’s a little house I dream of
With a vine upon the gate,
Where the mockingbird sings early
And the firefly blinks late.
 
Though it’s not a perfect cottage—
For there’s groanings in the floor—
It’s enough to always remind me
Of the things I’m grateful for.
 
There’s a dog who guards the doormat
And a canvas smeared with dreams,
There’s a porch swing always swinging
And a candlelight that gleams.
 
There is a lovely bookcase,
And a table set for tea—
For sharing thoughts and fellowship
Are what makes the house, you see.
 
Although the winter howlings
Sometimes squeeze their way inside,
We just shelter close together
In front the fireside.
 
Oh, the secret to my dream-house
Is not so hard to see:
A place that’s filled with things I love
And friends and family!