House in the Country

She dreams of a house out in the country
Walking around barefoot with the chickens and goats
So I went out on the road, and I saved up some money
Now we're leaving this city, babe, it's time to go home

And the windows are open always in the morning
Coffee and dishes, and clothes on the line
And in the gathering dark on the hills in the evening
Put your head on my chest, watch the storm clouds roll by

It don't have to be some faraway dream
I can feel it getting closer when you're singing with me
For the first time, I don't got the words, I just know
We'll pack up our things when it's time to go home

And I carved both our names in the tree by the water
With the swing underneath 'cause the branches are strong
And we make every meal straight from the garden
And thank God for all that we have in our home

And it don't have to be some faraway dream
I can feel it getting closer when you're singing with me
For the first time, I don't got the words, I just know
We'll pack up our things when it's time to go home

And she dreams of a house out in the country
Walking around barefoot with the chickens and goats
So I went out on the road, and I saved up some money
Now we're leaving this city, babe, it's time to go home