Ella Fitzgerald

On the first of May, it is moving day,
Spring is here, so blow your job,
Throw your job away!
Now's the time to trust,
To your wanderlust,
In the city's dust you wait, must you wait
Just you wait.......!
In a mountain greenery,
Where God paints the scenery
Just two crazy people together.
While you love your lover,
Let blue skies, be your cover-let,
When it rains we'll laugh at the weather.
And if you're good,
I'll search for wood,
So you can cook... while I stand look-in'
Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery
Bless our mountain greenery home!
Mosquitoes here,
Won't bite you dear,
I'll let them sting, me on the finger!
We could find no cleaner retreat from life's machinery
Than our mountain greenery home.