The Little Road To Somewhere

The little road to Somewhere it winds along the hill The home of the shy brown hare and the clear mountain rill That flows down to the river to the great ocean shore It has been babbling for none knows how long and will forever more. It takes you from the highway from the busy City street On the little road to Somewhere so few cars one does meet Above the scrub of the foothills the brown lark upwards fly To carol in the morning in the unpolluted sky. Far from the noisy traffic of the big urban town The little road to Somewhere it winds on up and down Above the distant mountain the sun is rising red Near the little Town of Somewhere that is somewhere on ahead. In the wood by the little road to Somewhere the birds sing all day long And each bird is distinctive by it's territorial song A lovely road to drive on in a near to perfect day Far from the noisy City to Somewhere far away.