In the warmth of the cottage glow,
Stories of old begin to flow.
Laughter dances in the air,
A tapestry of love and care.
Around the hearth, we gather tight,
Sharing dreams through the night.
Generations linked by time,
In this haven, love does climb.
The garden blooms with vibrant hues,
A testament to morning dews.
Children play on emerald ground,
In their joy, pure love is found.
As the evening sun descends,
Our hearts unite, old wounds mend.
In our bond, we stand so free,
The heart of an English family.