Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains 

In the land of free love and goodbye 

The river's ever flowing, fishing growing 

And the God I love loves me. 

  

In the sky rides a gleam of white horses 

And the glimmer clean in your eye 

The bird of dawn is bringing 

The simpleness of singing 

And the God I love loves me. 

  

Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains 

In the land of free love and goodbye 

The river's ever flowing, fishing growing 

And the God I love loves me. 

  

And the Sun lies all around 

And everything is as it must be 

And winter lies underground 

And the God I love loves me.