Up the lane where the hedgerows grow
the flowers are small and white and yellow
Where the birds nest in thickets
the air is dry and hot but mellow
My bicycle whisks me by
Where sheep huddle in fields
and building walls solidly lie
Down the lane where the trees and vines grow
Under the bridge and through the fjord
and towards mountains yonder
Over the hill, where the flowers are white and yellow
and towards adventure and wonder
The moment is now and happiness is irrelevant
At one with nature, removed from inner-self
Like the birds that nest in thickets
Free and frivolous and heartfelt
My lungs fill with air that is warm and crisp
My soul feels elated and serene
and I laugh out loud
as I sing along this country scene.