The House At The End of the Lane

There’s a little house that we call home
At the end of a country lane.
It’s not a house to catch the eye,
Most folks would think it plain.

The fence is down, the grass is brown
The roof could use some care.
But there is beauty for one to see
If only he was aware.

There’s love and laughter in that house
And music to fill the air.
Happiness seems to fill each room
For it’s the house my love and I share.

When you see that house that we call home
Don’t think of it as plain.
There’s a beauty that’s easy to see
In the house at the end of the lane.