There’s a red barn in the pasture

Overlooking the Cow Bay Dyke

It’s heated but still a little drafty

So bring a blanket if you like

I’ll bring a radio for us to listen to

Chill red wine outside in the snow

We’ll climb the ladder to the hayloft

Watch the stars from the window

We’ll snuggle and let our hearts unravel

Share our dreams, hopes and fears

If your memories should awaken sadness

I’ll just kiss away your tears

We’ll giggle when we touch ticklish spots

Sigh because it feels so right

We’ll make the sweetest love of all

In the hayloft through the night 　

And…

if the morning sun should find us

In that old barn of white and red

Who could ask for anything better

Then a hayloft for a bed…