Love is a House

I was having a dream about a song circle, in which somebody started playing a Cat Stevens song and we all started singing along. I woke up just in time to realize that it was not a Cat Stevens song, and I ran to my tape recorder. For the bridge, I borrowed a modulation from The Beatles.

Love is a house that we’re building.
Timbers are sturdy and strong.
Laying the floors,
Framing the doors,
Putting our roots in the ground.
Plenty of yard to be filled in,
Places to sit in the sun.
Love is a house that we’re building,
And the building has barely begun.

Love is a house that we move in.
Whatever is mine will be yours.
Sheets on the bed,
Tools in the shed,
Doing our share of the chores.
The move is a little confusing,
Fusing the two into one.
Love is a house that we move in,
Till we finally make it our home.

Flowers in the vase,
The bread that you bake,
The candles we burn in the night.
I could get used
To sharing a roof
For all of the days of my life.

Love is the house that we live in,
Forever in need of repair.
Hear a few creaks.
Fix a few leaks.
That’s how we know it’s still there.
And maybe we’ll make an addition,
A room with a different view.
Love is the house that we live in,
But the building will never be through.
The building will never be through.

Words and music © 2007 by Steve Brooks and Frog Records
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