Country Life - Dan Zanes, Donald Saaf

I like to rise when the sun she rises

Early in the morning

I like to hear them small birds singing

Merrily upon their lay-land

And hurrah for the life of a country kid

And to ramble in the new mown hay

In the Spring we sow, in the harvest mow

And thatЂ™s how the seasons around they go

But of all the times if choose I may

ItЂ™s to ramble in the new mown hay

I like to rise when the sun she risesЂ¦

In the Winter when the sky is gray

We edge and ditch our lives away

In the Summer when the sun shines gay

We go ramble in the new mown hay

I like to rise when the sun she risesЂ¦

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