The House

There is a house on top of a hill

As true and dreamy as a windmill

A lovely house where flowers grow

And corn breeds on the fields below

There is a house where children giggle

So full of light but not regal

A paradise for the little boy

And the perfect nest for pure joy

There is a house in the heart nature

Where love is real beyond the picture

A house who sings the voice of God

And paints His beauty so broad

There is a house, it's not a dream!

It's in a place I have never been

But I can tell you someday you'll see

There will grow a sweet family...



28.02.2011

photo: Emmental - Lauperswil