I Yearn For A Cottage

I yearn for a cottage far from the nearest town
By a babbling creek that flows ever brown
Where i wake in the dawn to the butcherbird's song
His bubbling notes one does never get wrong
I feel tired of the life where people for material success compete
And of the noise of the traffic of the busy street
A cottage by a creek in view of a wooded hill
Compared to human created noise Nature's voice never shrill
Though everyone's wishes for them do not come true
We all have our dreams in life for to pursue
I am far from town when i visualize
By the wood where the birds chirp and sing at sunrise
In the cottage near where the old creek does flow ever brown
Far away from the traffic of the noisy town.