There's a small hotel,
with a wishing well,
I wish that we were there, together.
There's a bridal suite,
one room bright and neat,
complete for us to share
to gether.
Looking through the window,
you can see a distant steeple.
Not a sign of people
who want people
When the steeple bell says
good night, sleep well
We'll thank the small hotel together
Pretty window curtains made of chintz,
and I make believe land.
On the walls are several cheerful prints
of Grant and Grover Cleveland.
Go down into the parlor
and feast your eyes on the
moose head on the wall.
Perhaps you'd like to play the organ,
they tune in every other fall,
and that's all.
The garden will be like
Adam and Eve's land.
No, they never did go
in for carriage trade,
they get what is known as
marriage trade.
There's a small hotel,
with a wishing well,
I wish that we were there,
together.
There's a bright old suite,
one room bright and deep,
complete for us to share.
Looking through the win dow,
you can see a distant steeple.
Not a sign of people.
Who wants people?
When the steeple bell says,
Good night, sleep well,
you very small hotel
We'll creep into our little shell
An d we will thank the small hotel together