Tennessee
A quiet cabin in the woods,
selling books and cups of joe.
It sounds to me quite perfect.
Just the place I'd like to go.
Wooden windows, shingled roof,
and floors you have to brush.
A place where time moves slower,
where there's never any rush.
A swing out on the back porch.
A rocking chair, or two.
Your little piece of heaven.
Do you think I could come too?
I'd sweep the floors and chop the wood.
Split logs and farm the land.
If that was what it took for me,
to be with you hand in hand.
At night we'd watch the fireflies,
and count stars up in the sky.
Sharing cocoa 'neath a blanket,
and perhaps some homemade pie.
Our life would be a simple one,
of laughter, love and joy.
A perfect new age fairytale,
how you the girl, met me the boy.
Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 4:55 AM UTC
Tennessee
A quiet cabin in the woods,
selling books and cups of joe.
It sounds to me quite perfect.
Just the place I'd like to go.
Wooden windows, shingled roof,
and floors you have to brush.
A place where time moves slower,
where there's never any rush.
A swing out on the back porch.
A rocking chair, or two.
Your little piece of heaven.
Do you think I could come too?
I'd sweep the floors and chop the wood.
Split logs and farm the land.
If that was what it took for me,
to be with you hand in hand.
At night we'd watch the fireflies,
and count stars up in the sky.
Sharing cocoa 'neath a blanket,
and perhaps some homemade pie.
Our life would be a simple one,
of laughter, love and joy.
A perfect new age fairytale,
how you the girl, met me the boy.
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