The house we will make

In the house we will make someday, we'll sleep in on sunday
The sheets and the sun's rays will close all around, wash over like ocean sounds
We'll stay in the bedroom until slanting sunlight tells us it's afternoon
Won't it be sweet? we'll want for naught
All that we'll need will be all we've got
And we'll never speak of days when we'd desperately seek shelter from terrible storms, trying just to keep safe and warm