Oh take me to the woods and open spaces in fancy I feel distant from the town
Upon the wooded hill amongst the bracken that overlook the landscape green to brown
That seem to stretch on miles into the distance much further even than the eyes can see
You like the shopping centres of suburbia the kind of life you like is not for me.
In Nature's kingdom all is quiet and peaceful and Nature's voice is seldom ever loud
Except when a big storm it is raging and thunder rumbles in the gray rain cloud
The loudest bird song does not damage your hearing and in Nature's World there's beauty all around
I love the peace of the high wooded country and the marvellous scenery from the higher ground.
One well can say that we all are very different the things I like you may not like at all
My happiest times are spent alone with Nature such memories that I most like to recall
The golden whistler singing on the wattle how beautifully he whistle and he sing
Compared to the loud throbbings of the rock band the voice of Nature is such a pleasant thing.
Perhaps I'm an old fashioned fuddy duddy a boring fellow that time has passed by
The day and night life of the busy city is the sort of life I never do enjoy
My happiest times are spent with Mother Nature where the babbling creek it's tongue is never still
It winds it's way downland to join the river from it's birth-place in the woodland by the hill.
Upon the wooded hill amongst the bracken that overlook the landscape green to brown
That seem to stretch on miles into the distance much further even than the eyes can see
You like the shopping centres of suburbia the kind of life you like is not for me.
In Nature's kingdom all is quiet and peaceful and Nature's voice is seldom ever loud
Except when a big storm it is raging and thunder rumbles in the gray rain cloud
The loudest bird song does not damage your hearing and in Nature's World there's beauty all around
I love the peace of the high wooded country and the marvellous scenery from the higher ground.
One well can say that we all are very different the things I like you may not like at all
My happiest times are spent alone with Nature such memories that I most like to recall
The golden whistler singing on the wattle how beautifully he whistle and he sing
Compared to the loud throbbings of the rock band the voice of Nature is such a pleasant thing.
Perhaps I'm an old fashioned fuddy duddy a boring fellow that time has passed by
The day and night life of the busy city is the sort of life I never do enjoy
My happiest times are spent with Mother Nature where the babbling creek it's tongue is never still
It winds it's way downland to join the river from it's birth-place in the woodland by the hill.
