Where do you live? In a brownstone
Or an apartment house, a thousand feet tall?
Where do you live? In a penthouse?
Well, to be honest, I don't envy you at all
'Cause I have a house, far from the city
It may be mighty small, but it's awful pretty

Just an old stone house by a river
With an old dirt road running by
There's a tabby cat and a welcome mat
And a blessed sun in the sky

Just an old stone house by a river
With a few good friends dropping in
There's some big old trees and a gentle breeze
And a little boy with a grin

Oh yes, this is the place for me
Oh yes, this is the place to be
The valley and the flowers, the long peaceful hours
And beauty for any eye to see

Just an old stone house by a river
And a door without any key
Just a friendly place for a friendly face
Just an old stone house and me
Just a friendly place for a friendly face
Just an old stone house and me