Country Lover

In fields of gold where whispers play,  

A heart that's rooted in the clay,  

Mountains rise, rivers weave,  

This land is all I ever need.  

 

Morning sun on dewy grass,  

A love that time will never pass,  

With every breath, with every sigh,  

I am the earth, the earth am I.

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