When the howling of the wind,
And the swirling of the sea,
And the crunch of the leaves,
And all the screams and sobs of the world are too much,
Then come to my house.

Hear the squeak of the door opening,
The scuffs of your shoes on my unswept floor,
The fire crackling beautifully,
And hear my comforting words.

I can't fix it.
Nobody can except you.
But I can make you feel better.
And that's the only thing you need.

So open my door.
Come to my house.
And enter my heart.