Heading out of town, leaving the pollution behind,
Towards the countryside, the fresh air is easy to find.
Looking forward to relaxing in a rural retreat,
Relishing the thought of soaking up the summer heat.

Getting away, getting away,
Away from it all.

Sitting in these woods, thinking of our days gone by,
Swapping our stories as the sun sinks in the sky.
Passing the flagon, and reflecting our past,
Wondering if this year will be as good as the last?

Getting away, getting away,
Away from it all.

Collecting fuel for the fire, hoping it will keep out the cold,
Still laughing at the same jokes, no matter how old.
Dancing around, and jumping through the flames,
Singing out loud, knowing no-one will complain.

Getting away, getting away,
Away from it all.