Country Life Songtext
von The Watersons

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 laylums
And hurrah for the life of a country boy
And to ramble in the new mowed hay

In spring we sow at the harvest mow
And that is how the seasons round they go
But of all the times choose I may
I′d be rambling through the new mowed hay


For 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 laylums
And hurrah for the life of a country boy
And to ramble in the new mowed hay

In winter when the sky is gray
We hedge and ditch our times away
But in summer when the sun shines gay
We'd go ramblin′ through the new mowed hay

For 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 laylums
And hurrah for the life of a country boy
And to ramble in the new mowed hay