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:
In our mountain greenery,
Where God paints the scenery,
just two crazy people together;
While you love your lover, let
blue skies be your coverlet,
when it rains we'll laugh at the weather.
And if you're good, I'll search for wood,
so you can cook while I stand looking.
beans could get no keener reception in a beanery,
bless our mountain greenery home!