Give Me A Cot In The Valley I Love - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Give Me a Cot in the Valley I Love. 
Give me a cot in the valley I love. A tent in the greenwood, a home in the grove; I care not how humble, for happy 'twould be, If one faithful heart will but share it with me. Our haunts shall be nature's own beautiful bowers, Our gems shall be nature's own beautiful flowers; All woo d by the sunshine, and kiss-d by the gale, The proudest might envy our home in the vale. 
Lov'st thou to listen to music's sweet voice? Then fly to the woods where the song-birds rejoice; Or wouldst thou be free? to the forest repair, The stag in its freedom bounds merrily there. When Summer has gone, and Winter's chill hours Have rifled the greenwood and blighted the flowers; Tho' ice-bound the brook, and snow-clad the dale, The proudest might envy our home in the vale.