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Here is the house, orchards on the hill and here the farm
Gardens and a barn and it's quiet, on these back roads
We're the last to get plowed out, when it snows
And we're building a new room
There'll be five of us come june
And through the windows, the voices of the one i love the most
They're making little boats and
Who could say i need anything else
Who could say i could have made more of myself?
I could have been neither here nor there