Frank Sinatra — Just An Old Stone House

Where do you live? In a brownstone Or an apartment house, a thousand feet tall? Where do you live? In a penthouse? Well, to be honest, I don't envy you at all 'Cause I have a house, far from the city It may be mighty small, but it's awful pretty Just an old stone house by a river With an old dirt road running by There's a tabby cat and a welcome mat And a blessed sun in the sky Just an old stone house by a river With a few good friends dropping in There's some big old trees and a gentle breeze And a little boy with a grin Oh yes, this is the place for me Oh yes, this is the place to be The valley and the flowers, the long peaceful hours And beauty for any eye to see Just an old stone house by a river And a door without any key Just a friendly place for a friendly face Just an old stone house and me Just a friendly place for a friendly face Just an old stone house and me