We Once Built a House o’ Dreams

By Thomas Samuel Jones

We once built a house o’ dreams

At the break o’ day

Made from out the first gold beams

On the sward astray.

Little did we think or care

‘ Twas not safe nor strong;

We were very happy there

And the day was long.

Now we leave our house o’ dreams,

Why, we do not know;

Only this — so strange it seems

And so hard to go!