My Wish

I wish I lived in a cottage small,

With roses growing round a wall;

And a crazy path, wending its way

To a little green door, so bright and gay.

I would have a garden full of flowers,

With rose-covered arches making sweet bowers,

And a rockery full of flowering herbs,

With tiny pools to tempt the birds.

A Sundial set on a little green lawn,

To time the hurs of a day new born.

And underneath an apple tree

Would be a table laid for tea.

My little cottage I plainly see,

With its open window to welcome me,

With dainty curtains to draw at night

And a cheery fire burning so bright.