Lyrics:

Say What You Will,
The Countryside is Still
The Only Place Where I Could Settle Down
Troubles There Are So Much Rarer
Out of Town

Spring Starts to Spring
The Cuckoo Starts to Sing
A Song to Take the Edge Off Winter's Frown
And Spring Cleaning Has a Meaning
Out of Town

Up There the Sun is a Big Yellow Duster
Polishing the Blue, Blue Sky
With White Fluffy Clouds in a Cluster
Hanging on a Breeze to Dry

Trees Everywhere
With Blossoms in Their Hair
And Mother Nature Wears Her Newest Gown
What I'd Give Once More to Live
Right Out of Town.