Pretty is the sun hitting the grain
With a sparkle from fresh morning dew
A sign I needed exactly in queue
I rest my head against the moving train

I listen for the silence in between the steam
Perhaps a train is too simple for those of greed
I pay no attention tucking away a freshly signed deed
As I dream of a little house by a stream

I wait day and night for your return
Surly I could find another
But how much ground would I have to cover
Our feelings are still yet to burn

So I’ll build for you a house on a strong cornerstone
I’ll place a picket fence of white and paint the shutters blue
I’ll plant fields of lavender, all for you
What do you say? Let’s stop spending our days alone

Pretty is the sun hitting the grain
With a sparkle from fresh morning dew
Pretty is the way she says “I love you”
I rest my head on the bed, what more could I gain