Country Life

Over the hills of green,
Smell the fresh country breeze,
Hear the four-wheeler motors running.
The wind dances around my face,
Taste the wood burning,
See the grass growing.
I think this is a fabulous place to be.

One glance in your eyes.
makes me fly.
A little chase through the feilds.
Oh that smile glows.
Grab my hands,
We'll make a change.