I Yearn For A Place

I yearn for a place  far away from the town
Far from where people do compete for wealth and renown
Where the babbling creek whose tongue is never still
Winds it's way through the flatlands to the river from the foot of the hill
Where no factory chimney puffs smoke to the sky
And the lark for to sing to the cloud world does fly
And the butcherbird's pipe is melodious and clear
His beautiful music i fancy i hear
Far away from the smoke and  the noise of the street
Where people for success with each other compete
I know of a quiet place where the air is smoke free
Such a place to live in would suit one  like me
Far off of the highway where the traffic buzz up and down
All day and all night between city and town.