Finally somewhere in the country,
A beautiful house and a beautiful wife,
Two daughters and a chimney.
And a little smog in the garden of my life,
Will make us feel at home like a family.
Like back in the city where the building are ugly,
But the girls are pretty and the men are lovely,
But they have no horses to ride on,
No cloud no shame. (?)
No fields to lie down in, in the hot sunny rain.
I don't know why I feel this way,
But I know I wanna be making hay,
In the country, yes I love my country,
And I hope she loves me too.
You don't know you're born if you've never mowed your lawn.
Go out and make a salad with your own sweet corn.
If you wanna hear some beautiful bull.
Shake my Daisy by the horn.
She's that cow sitting by the pond,
Licking up some frog spawn.
It's the caviar of the country
It's the caviar of my life
Is the centre and the soul of my existence
