On the first of May, it is moving day,
Spring is here, so blow your job,
Throw your job away!
Now's the time to trust,
To your wanderlust,
In the city's dust you wait, must you wait
Just you wait and see
In our mountain greenery,
Where God paints the scenery
Just two crazy people together.
While you love your lover,
Let blue skies, be your cover-let,
If it rains we'll laugh at the weather
How we love squestering where no pests are pestering
No dear Mumma holds us in teather
And if you're good,
I'll search for wood,
So you can cook... while I stand look-in'
Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery
Bless our mountain greenery home!
Simple cookin' means more than French
Cuisines I've a banquet planed
Which is sandwhichs and beans
Mosquitoes here,
Won't bite you dear,
I'll let them sting, me on the finger!
We could find no keener retreat from life's machinery
Than our mountain greenery home.