Yes brother I live in the country side
I look after sheep and do horse ride
I go up the mountains to father's moor
Every day I get the air so sweet and pure
Every morning I do wake up with birds bill
And I chase the first sun ray nearby hill
I love the people living in the brotherhood
And the smoke comes out of incense wood
Life that I live in peace is not a chore
But it is the wonderful country lore
The sweat of me that drips in the field
I do adore the bamboo hut that I build
This is my place lies under the sky dome
I love and embrace for she's my real home
I sleep in the hay and eat nice apple pie
Life over here is joyous and in the joy I die
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