GOD'S COUNTRY

In God's country
The hills tumble down from the sky
In God's country
The land is easy on the eye
In God's country
The buzzard scours the fields
In God's country
The swallow cavorts and reels

In God's country
The ancients tilled the land
In God's country
The barbarians fought their last stand
In God's country
The plough is mightier than the sword
In God's country
There is harmony and accord

In God's country
The old traditions die hard
In God's country
A metre is less than a yard
In God's country
Grow the seeds of discontent
In God's country
The nightingale sings her lament

In God's country
The sorrows can't be drowned
In God's country
Solace can’t be found
In God's country
It's enough to make you cry
In God's country
There's no space for you and I