Now all around is life in green
From hills that lie a-dazing
To fields that paint a tranquil scene
I can but stand there gazing
I see the oak, the beech, the elm
The willow that's a-weeping
Beneath there is a verdant realm
The mossy floor lies sleeping
And meadows full of emerald grass
In winds it is a-swaying
And hedgerows line the country paths
In which there's children playing
