A house in a town in a region with hills
And a landscape well broken with trees
Is a dream that I hold for a future not far
And I'm hoping my Dearest to please.
Her fondness for plains is as yet undetected
And "wind-swept" is far from her mind.
But cute little forests in Autumn ravines
Are the scenes found more keen by her kind.
And so I will search for a cute little house
'Midst a country which she will find grand.
We and our child will then settle therein
And happily live hand in hand.