There's a little white town not far from the sea,
And away from the world, where I fain would be;
There's a little white town
That runs up hill and down,
There's a little white town in my own countrie.

There's a little white house, and, if I were free
To make my choice, I would rather be
In that haven of rest
With the one I love best,
Than dwell anywhere else in the whole countrie.

There's a little white gown that is more to me
Than all other gowns in the world could be;
There's a little white gown
Being sewn in the town
That is dear to my heart in my own countrie.

For when the last stitch has been sewn, you see,
That little white gown will be worn for me,
In that little white town
That runs up hill and down,
By the daintiest bride in the whole countrie.

For when the last stitch has been sewn, you see,
That little white gown will be worn by me,
In that little white town
That runs up hill and down,
Just the happiest bride in the whole countrie.