I Yearn For A Place

I yearn for a place far away from the town Far from where people do compete for wealth and renown Where the babbling creek whose tongue is never still Winds it's way through the flat lands to the river from the foot of the hill Where no factory chimney puffs smoke to the sky And the lark for to sing to the cloud world does fly And the butcherbird's pipe is melodious and clear His beautiful music i fancy i hear Far away from the smoke and the noise of the street Where people for success with each other compete I know of a quiet place where the air is smoke free Such a place to live in would suit one like me Far off of the highway where the traffic buzz up and down All day and all night between city and town.