Oh I love this house, I love this house,
gives me the greatest peace I've ever known.
Oh I love to hear those conkers fall,
smash 'em all and Suffolk storm.
And love that here you live with me,
give me the greatest peace I've ever known.
'cause I've been too long a lonely man,
yes I've been too long a rolling stone.
So let seasons turn,
grow paradise garden.
And to my migration,
the native has returned.
Oh I love the curling of your hair,
gives me the greatest peace I've ever known.
And I see the Dylan Thomas in your face,
reciting Butler Yeats in your grace...
Your grace...
Your gracefulness...
Seasons turn,
grow paradise garden.
And to my migration,
the native has returned.
Returned.
Turned.
And if I have to die today,
scatter my ashes on this place.
And I'll live on in your grieving heart,
but until that day that we depart,
Oh, this is the greatest peace I've ever known.
Oh, the greatest peace I've ever known.
Oh, little love makes house a home.
Home.
This house is home.
Home.