Give me a home to call my own <br />A humble home of wood or stone; <br />A place where ripples laugh all day <br />And songbirds sing and children play <br />A little home of love and cheer <br />Where seasons paint throughout the year, <br />And at last, when the day is through, <br />A place where I may talk with you. <br /> <br />Give me a home to call my own, <br />A friendly home to stand alone <br />And crown some earthly mound of clay <br />Or set before an ocean spray, <br />A simple home of faith and trust <br />Where I may toil in Heaven's dust <br />And when, anew, each day is through, <br />A place where I may be with you. <br /> <br />Give me a home to call my own, <br />A common home of tree or stone; <br />A place where kindness lights the way, <br />And flowers bloom and willows sway- <br />A home of love where hearts may kiss <br />Each tender joy of wedded bliss, <br />And in each hour of life to find, <br />A truer peace of heart and mind.<br /><br />Sara Stowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/give-me-a-home/
