I know a little cottage
where everything's just right;
The windows bloom with tulips-
At dusk there's candlelight
The knotted oak beside it
Is webbed with ivy leaves,
And honeysuckle tangles
In clusters round the eaves
The friendly gate swings open
Against a low stone wall
Where quaint old fashioned blossoms
Design a paisley shawl;
And up the winding pathway
The stones with moss are grown-
I love that little cottage
Because it is my own !
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