Story
vancouver december 1973
we lived in the sticks
but i often went into the city
the stump farm was sure some place
to come home to
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vancouver december 1973
we lived in the sticks
but i often went into the city
the stump farm was sure some place
to come home to
i live in the country
high up on the island
close to the sky
watch the birds go by
sun splashes gold on the meadow
wind sings its song in the trees
the water comes dancing
and laughing along
she lives in the country
golden smile in the morning
my lady of the country
keep your candles aburning
i’ll be coming home soon
fair lady goldberry
i’ll sing for you