Get ye now from the city
And smell the country air
Turn your face to the falling rain
Taste the freshness there
See the stars bright in the sky
Unblemished by city smog
Listen to the sounds of night
In cold fresh crystal air
Feel the crackle of the frost
On grass instead of pave
The place where the pace of life is gentle
And you'll go later to the grave
Watch the sun rise on a frosty morn
Colors city folk rare do see
Hear the blackbirds wake up call
Ring out in air so cold and clean
Linger here yet awhile
For there is no rush to leave
Leave your polluted city streets
And walk the country lanes of green