In my Father’s house, there’s room to spare,
With cozy little places here and there.
If this weren’t true, I’d tell you so—
But I must leave. I have to go.
I’m off to make your room just right,
With perfect views and soft delight.
I’ll set it up and make it new,
A special place prepared for you.
And when it’s done, I’ll come again,
To bring you home, my dearest friend.
We’ll be together, side by side,
Forever there, with arms open wide.
