There’s an old hotel with rocking chairs,
Every summer you will find me there.
It’s large and white with dark greem trim.
The floors are dark and wide within.
The windows are large with curtains white,
They flutter in the day or night.
The bathrooms are always down the hall.
The rooms are modest but always call.
The hotel restaurant is just divine,
With wonderful food and wonderful wine.
The porch has tables and chairs too.
On a summer night it’s the thing to do.
This hotel is home to me,
Every time I visit the sea.
The porches have lots of rocking chairs,
Every afternoon you’ll find me there.