The bluest sky - my love and I
enjoy the day God gave us.
The hills so high - I wonder why
material things so please us?
When nature's wonder has it all,
each season brings delight...
the gentle breeze, the sunny lane,
all pleasures in our sight.
Simple joys of life are best,
we've proved it from our birth.
Oh how grateful we should be
for this heaven on earth...
And there is a higher heaven
waiting for you and me.
A new land full of roses
where we'll meet again...
you'll see!
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