Let me build a little house for you
With walls of wood and a ceiling hung with quiet stars
Let me light a fire in the hearth
And make the floor of dark-beaten earth.
Let all the animals come and eat from our hands
And let our music be the hidden woodland sounds.
Then, following the phases of the moon,
Let me show you every bright and hidden room.
A thousand rooms inside that little place
Full of wisdom, terror, foolishness