Down the hill to the stream,
with a gentle breeze blowing,
through the leaves in the trees,
as I walk through the fields of grassy green,
and the sun it struggles to peer through the clouds,
oh, for a sun beam,
oh, for a sun beam,
to light me and brighten me,
upon my walk in the freshest of airs,
where I wander and where I roam, I do not care,
I do not care,
as long as I am amongst nature,
and its beauty,
my mind is calm, and my heart is happy everywhere.