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The Land of
Nursery Rhymes
The Quest
There once was a restless boy
Who dwelt in a home by the sea,
Where the water danced for joy
And the wind was glad and free:
But he said, "Good mother, oh! let me go;
For the dullest place in the world, I know,
Is this little brown house,
Under the apple-tree.
"I will travel east and west;
The loveliest homes I'll see;
And when I have found the best,
Dear mother, I'll come for thee.
I'll come for thee in a year and a day,
And joyfully then we'll hasten away
From this little brown house,
This little old brown house,
Under the apple-tree."
So he traveled here and there,
But never content was he,
Though he saw in lands most fair
The costliest homes there be.
Till he turned again with a wistful sigh
To the little brown house,
Under the apple-tree.
Then the mother saw and smiled,
While her heart grew glad and free,
"Hast thou chosen a home, my child?
Ah, where shall we dwell?" quoth she,
And he said, "Sweet mother, from east to west,
The loveliest home, and the dearest and best,
Is a little brown house,
Under an apple-tree."
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