Momma says God'll build us a house <br />and it'll be made of gold <br />and the windows'll be spun from diamonds <br />and its walls'll never fold. <br /> <br />It'll shine on a clear horizon- <br />the kinda place you'd think the sky's in <br />and we'll have pretty white curtains that let the sun through. <br />She says, 'Baby, I ain't cryin' and I don't want you to.' <br /> <br />Momma holds me close when the sun goes down <br />and talks 'bout our house like it's already done. <br />I've asked her if we can go stay there awhile <br />but she says the buildin' ain't even begun. <br /> <br />It'll shine on a clear horizon- <br />the kinda place you'd think the sky's in <br />and we'll have pretty white curtains to let the sun through. <br />She says, 'Baby, I ain't cryin' and I don't want you to.'<br /><br />Liz Oates<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-sun-goes-down/
