The wild birds on song and the sweet scent of hay
Brought to your nostrils in the freshening breeze
On a warm sunny evening of around twenty five degrees
The voice of the migratory cuckoo so nice for to hear
In the northern Summer a green time of year
The warm air full of the buzzing of flies and of bees
And the cattle chewing their cuds as they rest in the shade of the trees
The lark above the rushy field sing as upwards he flies
Such beauty that is not hard to visualize
With the sunn on their dark wings chirping as they fly
The swallows are chasing flying insects in the sky
From the countryside in view of the northern hills on a pleasant June day
Earthly Utopia cannot be far away.
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