Lush green fields around the home, where crickets chirp and rabbits roam,
walls of burnt brick and gray granite, standing away from the concrete might,
where the road to the city runs in sight, where the train chuckles in a music light,
far from the masses driven by cash, far from clean cities far from trash,
shall be a beautiful home of mine, by the day I'm twenty nine.
There shall my kid study and shine, and learn about the mire and mine.
And count the stars in clear skies, where a thicket of darkness lies.
Tons and tons of fairytales, in summer nights a fairy tells,
thunders roar and frighten us, lanterns burn to lighten us,
so shall be a country child of mine, I show him coarse, he'll know the fine.