Wandering
Always it is heavenly
To be wandering oh, so free
The Magpies as they perch up high
The lovely river running by
The sweet humming of the bees
The trees, all waving in the breeze
Listening to the songs of birds
Such a sweet melody is heard
All this action stirs my soul
I really love to play the role
Of this lady; loose and free
Drinking in this ecstasy
Oh how pleasant, life it is
I love it all, I tell you this
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