Where Life It Is Lived

Where life it is lived at a leisurely pace I feel sad on leaving the beautiful place Where no factory chimney puff gray smoke to the sky And from tree to tree the birds chirp as they fly As through the wooded valley we drive on the roadway The overcast sky looking gloomy and gray But good memories of such beauty with me bound to stay I do know for sure that they will not fade in a day The weather windy and cool some fifteen degrees As we drive on the road through the valley of trees I may not be back here for many a day But good memories of such beauty with me bound to stay The wooded hills half cloaked in the gray fogs of rain And if life is in me i will return here again.