On a hilltop in Virginia there’s a place we love to stay,
Filled with warm and snuggly niches that they rent out by the day.
You leave the busy highway and go up the inclined drive,
Your cares begin to melt away the minute you arrive.
There are porches, swings, and hot tubs, magazines by the score.
Or you can settle in your private room and simply close the door.
There’s a fireplace in the great room and a deck across the back,
Everything inside me whispers, “Come back, come back come back!”
Then you sleep late in the morning—breakfast isn’t served till nine—
Every day the menu’s different, and it always tastes divine!
Dave and Heidi run the place—nicer folks you’ll never meet—
While Katie, the dog, is friendly and circles round your feet.
The cookie jar is always full, the coffee’s always hot,
And all of it’s available---even when you’re not!
We love it—it’s one of the nicest places we have ever been.
Oh—in case you’re really interested—It’s called The Iris Inn!