Tiny breezes are blowing,
The sweet grass is growing,
Ode to my country home;
Wild clover unfurls its petals.

Crickets are singing,
Ode to my country home,
The smell of grass and wood smoke;
Fills the air nearby my country home.

Tiny harp strings are crying,
Ode to my country home,
Pink roses once blooming  now wilting;
Ode to my country home.

The stars in the sky guide me to,
My country home,
The sunsets are fading;
O, beautiful country home.

*~Marian~