farther down this trodden road
i'm searching for a place
a place to live, a happy abode
and farther down this trodden road
with a cabin i stand, face to face
the cealing is high and made of wood
in this little cabin i wish to call mine
everything in it is happy and good
where the cealing is high and made of wood
it's perfect, it'll do just fine
the floors are dirty, the walls as well
i can see there's much work to be done
but soon i'll have it looking swell
although the floors are dirty, the walls as well
i find this work-in this cabin-to be a kind of fun
each surface is clean, oh see them shine
i've made this cabin the perfect place
i cleaned this cabin, made it mine
for each surface is clean, oh see them shine
i've claimed this cabin, with smiling face
further down this troden road
i've found the perfect place
my place to live, my happy abode
and further down this trodden road
with my cabin i stand, face to face
 Picturesque Honey · Wed May 06, 2009 @ 09:40pm · 0 Comments |
