"COUNTRY LIFE"

WHEN THE SUN SHINES ON THE SEDGE GRASS
IN THE GOLDEN SPRINGTIME WEATHER,
AND WE KNOW THAT SUMMER'S JUST AROUND THE BEND,
WHEN THE BLUEBIRDS AND THE ROBINS BLEND
THEIR SWEET SONG TOGETHER.
WHAT GREATER GIFTS COULD MOTHER NATURE SEND.

WHEN THE FUNNY BABY RABBITS
IN THEIR COZY NEST
ARE LYING AND THE BUDS ARE FULL
TO BURSTING ON THE TREES,
AND ACROSS THE WARM BLUE SKY
BITS OF FLEECY CLOUDS ARE FLYING
AND WE CATCH HINT OF LILACS ON THE BREEZE.

WHEN THE DOGWOOD BLOOMS ARE WHITE
AND THE FISH LEAP IN THE RIVER,
AND THE SUNBEAMS ON THE DANCING RIPPLES PLAY,
THEN WE KNOW BOTH DAY AND NIGHT
WE SHOULD THANK THE GREAT GOOD GIVER.
AND BE CAREFUL ALWAYS WHAT WE DO AND SAY.

WHEN THE AIR IS SWEET AND COOL
AND THE TENDER GRASS IS SPRINGING,
AND THE SILVERY COWBELLS TINKLE IN THE LANE,
WHEN THE MOUNTAIN ROSES NOD
AND THE MOCKINGING BIRD IS SINGING.
THEN WE KNOW THE MIRACLE IS WROUGHT AGAIN.

OUT IN GOD'S GREEN OPEN COUNTRY
FAR AWAY FROM CITY PAVEMENTS
WHERE WE NEVER HEAR IT'S NOISE OR IT'S STRIFE,
THOUGHTLESS ONES MAY CALL IT DULL
AND OTHERS CALL IT LOVELY
BUT I THINK THE NAME THAT SUITS IT BEST IS LIFE.

DOWN TH FURROW GOES THE FARMER
AS HIS PLOW THE SOD IS SHAVING,
AND HE DREAMS OF GOLDEN HARVEST DAYS TO BE,
WHERE THE STUBBLE NOW IS
DRY SHINING GRAIN WILL SOON BE WAVING.
THEN I'D SAY THE COUNTRY LIFE WAS THE PLACE FOR ME.

FROM THE APPLE TREE THE SCREECH OWL
SENDS HIS SHIVERY CRY AT EVEN,
AND THE WHIPPOORWILL IS CHANTING IN THE GLOOM,
THEN THE FIREFLY SHINES HIS CANDLE
AS THE LIGHT OF DAY IS LEAVING.
FROM THE SWAMPS WE HEAR
THE SPRING FROG'S CHEERFUL BOOM.

THEN THE CRICKETS ADD THEIR CHORUS
AS THE DARK OF NIGHT IS FALLING
AND THE SILVERY MOON IS SHINING FULL AND CLEAR,
AND THE EVENING STAR IS BRIGHT
AND THE SLEEPY BIRDS ARE CALLING LITTLE THINGS
BUT HOW THEY MAKE OUR LIVES MORE DEAR.

WHEN THE NIGHT HAS PASSED AWAY
AND ANOTHER DAY IS BREAKING,
WITH IT'S NEWNESS THAT IS ALWAYS GOOD TO SEE,
WHAT COULD BE MORE SWEET
THAN THE WORLD WHEN IT IS WAKING.
THEN IT HAS A VERY GREAT APPEAL TO ME.

WHEN THE SUN SHINE FROM THE ROSEBUDS
DROPS OF SHINING DEW IS WIPING,
AND THE DOWNY BIRDS ARE CHIRPING IN THEIR NEST,
WHEN THE SUN SHINES ON THE SEDGE GRASS
AND THE MEADOW LARK IS PIPING.
GIVE ME COUNTRY LIFE
AND YOU CAN HAVE THE REST.

Written over forty years ago by my Aunt Alice,
in a letter to her sister, Anna Stephens Davis
July 25, 2008

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Author: ALICE STEPHENS BAKER
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