There’ll be a pie on the windowsill
I’ll be all dressed up just for you
The birds will be singing beyond a hill
All the particular adornments placed askew

When you come home

I’ll be there, with all the patience in the world
Never have you looked so beautiful as the time before
Stuff of the past, things never forgotten are unfurled
Sharing memories till our minds hit the floor

When you come home

Our eye’s meet, a wish for the best of times
Nothing seems impossible; it’s all within grasp
And as we speak in funny little rhymes
Our hearts are connected while our hands begin to clasp