This farm is bordered by stonewalls and fences.
Cows roam the great, green fields
Contemplating future meals.

(And) this land is guarded by cold, rushing water,
A river, deep and wide,
Waves, too fast to catch and ride.

And, in the early Spring
When maples swell with sap,
(We'll) light the fire, form a ring,
Heat the stones, and drop them in.
Close your eyes, and make a wish
In the sweet, sweet water.

This life is lived behind tall trees and
Mountainsides,
A forest, thick with pine,
Rocks, too steep and slick to climb.

Let's gather together,
And watch the sunset bloom.
Hang our clothes from the branches,
And dive, dive under the moon. Oh,
Oh, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm...

This farm is bordered by stonewalls and fences.
Let's roam the great, green fields
And let our senses reel,
Feel our senses heal.

Oh, woh, oh, oh, oh...