Country Life – Watersons
Chorus
I like to rise when the sun she rises
Early in the morning
And I like to hear them small birds singing
Merrily upon their laylum
And hurrah for the life of a country girl
And to ramble in the new mown hay
In spring we sow at the harvest mow
And that is how the seasons round they go
But of all the times if choose I may
I’d go rambling through the new mown hay
Chorus
In winter when the sky is gray
We hedge and ditch our cares away
But in summer when the sun shines gay
We’d go rambling through the new mown hay
Chorus
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