VERSE 1:
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On the first of May it's a moving day;
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Spring is here, so blow your job - throw your job away
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Now's the time to trust to your wanderlust.
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In the city's dust you wait - must you wait? Just you wait;
CHORUS 1:
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In a mountain greenery where God paints the scenery
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just two crazy people together.
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While you love your lover, let blues skies be your coverlet.
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When it rains we'll laugh at the weather.
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And if you're good I'll search for wood
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so you can cook while I stand looking.
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Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery.
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Bless our Mountain Greenery home!
VERSE 2:
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Simple cooking means more than French cuisines
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I've a banquet planned which is sandwi-ches and beans
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Coffee's just as grand with a little sand
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Eat and you'll grow fatter boy ? s'matter boy? Atta boy!
INTERLUDE:
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When the world was young Old Father Adam with sin would grapple
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So we're entitled to just one apple - I mean to make apple sauce
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Underneath the bough We'll take a lesson from Mister Omar
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beneath the eyes on no Pa and no Ma Where Mother Nature is boss
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Washing dishes, Catching fishes by the running stream
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We'll curse the smell of citronella even while we dream.
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Your head upon the ground, your downy pillow is just a boulder
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You'll have new dimples 'fore I'm older but life is peaches
and cream
CHORUS 2:
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In a mountain greenery where God paints the scenery
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just two crazy people together.
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How we love sequestering where no pests are pestering
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No dear ma-ma holds us in tether.
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Mosquitoes here won't bite you, dear
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I'll let them sting me on my fin-ger
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We could find no cleaner retreat from life's machinery
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Than our mountain greenery where God paints the scenery
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Bless our mountain greenery home
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