A house is such A little thing to hold So much of happiness And dearer things than gold.
Build it with spaciousness, With windows deep and wide, Let them encompass A great countryside;
Let them look out upon Tall trees and straight, Contentment and serenity Will enter as you wait;
Let them be open when The first bird calls, You will not be bothered By hemming things like walls;
It will be big enough And fine enough to hold A whole world of happiness And dearer things than gold.