Say what you will, the countryside is still
The only place where I could settle down
Troubles there are so much rarer out of town
Spring starts to spring, the cuckoo starts to sing
A song to take the edge off winter's frown
And spring cleaning has a meaning out of town
Up there the sun is a big yellow duster
Polishing the blue, blue sky
With white fluffy clouds in a cluster
Hanging on the breeze to dry
Trees everywhere blossom in their hair
And mother nature wears her newest gown
What I'd give once more to live right out of town
Say what you will, the countryside is still
The only place where I could settle down
Troubles there are so much rarer out of town
Spring starts to spring, the cuckoo starts to sing
A song to take the edge off winter's frown
And spring cleaning has a meaning out of town
Up there the sun is a big yellow duster
Polishing the blue, blue sky
With white fluffy clouds in a cluster
Hanging on the breeze to dry
Trees everywhere blossom in their hair
And mother nature wears her newest gown
What I'd give once more to live right out of town
