Ahh that quaint little house
Down by the bay
Is perfect
I dream of us there someday
Light blue paint siding is slowly fading
But highlighted by the reds, yellows, and pinks
Of daisies
In the flower box
Outside The bay window
In the kitchen

I wake up on an early Sunday morning
Open the linen curtains
To let cools ocean breeze fill the room
With warm sunlight
And blue jays chirping
I pull on my faded pink robe
And follow the bitter smell of coffee grinds
Into the butter yellow kitchen
Where I meet with you
At a small round table
You in one chair
The other is all mine
We greet each other with a smile
No words
You're reading the paper
And we sip our black coffee in silence
You dress in a suit
And I, in my new white dress
And we skip down the cobblestone road
To the enchanted little church
Down by the bay

Oh how I long
How I long for that day
That day that we meet down by the bay
And for every day in between
Down by the bay that is so serene
Every day with you
Waking up smelling morning dew
Until the day
Down by the bay
When everyday the ocean brings foam
Where we'll both lay
Until the cows come home
To that little house down by the bay