The House and Garden

The House and Garden
My father built his house
On the top of a high, high hill
From his window, he can see me.
I can't see through the glass.

My brother and I walk in the garden
He knows me better than I do myself.
He calls the garden desolate;
I've known no other.

The sun will set soon
Over yon high, high hill.
The dark will surround,
But in my father's house, it will be light.

So when the sun sets,
I'll go inside.