(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...