Where the sky is the boundary up above
And the earth is the measure below,
And the trail starts on where the sun comes up
And ends where the sun sinks low.
Where the wind blows sweet as a baby’s breath,
And the sun shines bright as its eyes,
And the showers come and the showers go
As the tears when the little one cries.
And the brook runs merrily through the glade,
Singing its gladdening song,