Out In The Country

Out in the country, nestled in the hills, Is a lovely spot I dream about. When I should be painting walls with all their frills, My heart is there, without a doubt. Down the shady lane I'll go, Happy thoughts all in a row, Far ahead my ringing songs echo. For I love the hills and vales, And gently winding trails. Along the path I fare, forgetting every care, I come with laughter this sunny day. Tranquillity is there, it's in the very air, The nicest place to work and play. Carpets of the fairest green, Towering oaks are plainly seen, Everything to make my heart serene. It's no wonder that I come, As soon as my work is done.