"On the first of May
it's moving day;
Spring is here, so blow your job--
throw your job away.
Now 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 coverlet.
When it rains, we laugh at the weather.
And if you're good
I'll search for wood
so you can cook
while I stand looking.
Beans could get no keener reception
in a beanery.
Bless our mountain greenery home.
In a mountain greenery
Where God paints the scenery,
Just two crazy people together,
How we love sequestering,
Where no pests are pestering,
No man holds us together.
Mosquitoes here
Won't bite you, dear,
I'll let them sting
Me on my finger.
We could find no cleaner retreat
From life's machinery
Than our mountain greenery home.