| Some may wish for city streets |
| Jewels or silken gown |
| And some may crave unbounded wealth |
| Fame or beauty’s crown |
| And some may long for sunny paths |
| That lure the pleasures bent |
| Simpler things by far than these |
| Would keep my soul content |
| These are the things that I’ll wish for |
| These are the things I’ll wish for |
| These are the things that I’ll wish for |
| You and me |
| Give me god’s green countryside |
| With blue skies overhead |
| A tiny shack white curtained |
| On my sill a flower red |
| A laughing baby playing |
| Inside on the floor |
| A tiny flower garden growing |
| Outside my open door |
| And these are the things that I’ll wish for |
| These are the things I’ll wish for |
| These are the things that I’ll wish for |
| You and me |
| A table set for supper time |
| Fresh fruit and honeycomb |
| And a warm breeze that’s whispering |
| That your baby’s coming home |
| Simple things with Love and Faith |
| Far from worldly strife |
| Grant me these before I die |
| And I’ll ask no more of Life |
| Grant me these before I die |
| And I’ll ask no more of Life |
| And these are the things that I’ll wish for |
| These are the things I’ll wish for |
| These are the things that I’ll wish for |
| You and me |
| These are the things that I’ll wish for |
| These are the things I’ll wish for |
| These are the things that I’ll wish for |
| For you and me |