Over the fields and on our way
We travel so light and love the day
The trees are so green
The sun shines through the leaves
That hangs like morning dew
The air is fresh
The birds are in flight
They call from afar
Long out of sight
We shake and we buck
As the wheels of the cart
Hit stones and hard earth
And then sink in the ruts
Our journey is long
But we near the end
To get back home
Is for me and my wife
A place to be happy
And live the rest of our lives.
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