The morning sun is in my eyes,

why oh why must I go blind?

The window east sounded like a good plan,

but then I could understand,

the morning sun is in my eyes,

and now I can truly realize

that a morning person I am not.

 

Foolish things I planned out,

in the home I want to build,

the door North sounded grand,

but not in the ways that I had planned!

Foolish things I had planned out,

winds are coming in with snow,

I’m sorry but I’m buried, so I can’t go!

 

I wanted a home by the sea,

how grand a cottage just for me!

A little stone house near the breeze,

until the storms blew in,

I wanted a home by the sea,

but I never bargained a storm for me!

Help! I’m too close to be swept away, please say a prayer for me!

 

I think my home is hearth and books,

to keep me company.

To sit and read and drink my tea,

and live in quiet harmony.

I think my home is hearth and books,

for what else do you need?

Papers and tea mugs all I want,

and things that I can read.