I have a bedroom full of rooks and roses

A willow tree grows on my window sill

A cooing owl is perched upon my wardrobe

And down my staircase runs a rippling rill.

An iron cooking pot steams in the kitchen

A woodworm table stands upon the floor

A hundred candles gleaming in the twilight

A golden heart, the knocker on my door.

A silken rug as thick and lush as swansdown

And beaded cushions of antique design

The sea is captured on an azure canvas

A black cat graces this sweet home of mine.

And can I tempt you in to share my eyrie?

To be enchanted and to spend some time

Within these four walls that I have created?

I can assure you that the pleasure would be mine.

But if you hesitate upon the threshold

Then that is also quite alright with me

I have my joys, my secrets and my treasures

A place of wonder, if only for me.

But if you want to see a room of roses

With owls and rooks cavorting up above

Remember on my door, the heart shaped knocker

Remember here within, a house of love.