There are windows
There is wind gathering
There will be rain, we suppose
And we moved closer together
And you turned over to find me
And that is when we started to kiss
There is a fire and a cooker
With friends to prepare breakfast
Or we could stay in bed till late
Rising to eat cake, or so I propose
And there are six
And we are two of they
And we didn't want to miss
There is a wood-burner
Whose chimney draws the draught
There is a Christmas Tree
A ukulele for the songs you chose
And there are decorative ribbons
And photographs of sheep
And love of faraway, reachable bliss
There are games on the table
There is mood music on the iPod stereo
These are thoughts from Angel Barn
This is the life not yet to close
