I wrote this for everyone to sing together at a ceilidh gathering in our Friends Meeting House. After we'd sung it I recall the organizer remarking how it had rippled round the room
Lyrics
The mountains and the trees: my spirit’s gentle balm
As zephyrs tender breeze goes rippling o’er the calm. How pleasant is the scene around our home by day
So peaceful and serene - a perfect place to stay
The mountains and the trees: my spirit’s gentle balm
As zephyrs tender breeze goes rippling o’er the calm.
