My South Country**

I live for the love of my South Country
My gently rolling downs

A glimpse of the sea through the pine trees
The sweet songs of birds all around

My heart belongs in the South Country
Here I grew up as a child

Where I wandered the fields and the forests
And learned of things in the wild

My life is here in my South Country
'Tis here I can sit and take note

I can share my thoughts with my friends
And show them the words that I wrote

You can bury me here in the South Country
With a tree standing over my grave

I want no long drawn out service
Just a place that nature has made