Follow me up this rolling hill,
And touch the wandering skies with me.
Where clouds dance and water streams,
We run a wide long track.
Leave behind your aging worries,
And get lost in the summer scene.
Up a rolling hill we’ll climb,
And watch a stealthy fox hunt among the weeds.
And be startled by soft drifting wings,
As we wake an owl from its daydreams.
And when we find the very peak,
Of our rolling his so lush and green.
I’ll wish you well and are in through,
To world beyond the drifting green.