All I want is to have a home,
A bit of land to call my own.
A patch of soil to plant and till,
A garden to water until its grown.

A house to keep me warm and dry
In winter when the wind blows cold;
A fire to fight the evening chill,
A chair beside it for when I'm old.

Some trees to give me noonday shade
Whose leaves would rustle musically
With songbirds perched in every limb
To sing and warble lyrically.

A bit of land to call my own,
A place to shelter from the storm.
A refuge from the rumpled world,
A quiet place to keep me warm.