(Leona Lea Reese)
A squeaky gate, a welcome mat
A big shaggy dog that lives out back
And some might even call it a shack
But this is a house where love lives.
The paint is peeling off of the sills
The mailbox is full of bills
And it’s no mansion on the hill
But this is a house where love lives.
There’s a little boy who looks just like you
With freckles on his nose and eyes of blue
A little girl almost two and everybody says
She looks just like you.
So thank you dear for loving me
Though I know rich we’ll never be
But that doesn’t matter to you and me
‘Cause we live in a house where love lives.
— Instrumental —
So thank you dear for loving me
Though I know rich we’ll never be
But that doesn’t matter to you and me
‘Cause we live in a house where love lives.
We live in a house where love lives…
