Gently rolling sloping field
lovely blooms the spring shall yield

Growing upwards to the sky
I think I saw a butterfly

Grass gracefully swaying as the wind blows
such a fine place to put my toes

Little creatures snug in their den
robin red breast and a wren

There's a mother and baby rabbit
coming here could become a habit

Escaping all the daily schemes
This is where I go for dreams

This the place I love to rest
the fresh crisp air fills my chest

When I'm hear all time stands still
seeing that doe was such a thrill

This day is done such a pity
time to go back to the city