William D. Drake
William D. Drake
William D. Drake
William D. Drake
William D. Drake
William D. Drake
William D. Drake
William D. Drake
William D. Drake
William D. Drake
William D. Drake
William D. Drake
The breeze, it blow
So easy in
The valley, the valley
The sun, it shine
On everyone
Be happy, be happy
These things
All around and around me
These things
All around and around me
The pungent smell
Of woodland bell
Waft over, waft over
The lamb, it bleat
So sweetly in
The field now, the field now
These things
All around and around me
These things
All around and around me
These things
All around and around me
These things
All around and around me
Me fish bring
Me fish bring
Me fish bring
Me fish bring
The fire, it
Crackle in the grate
To warm you, to warm you
This air is
All you need to feed
Your soul now, your soul now
These things
All around and around me
These things
All around and around me
These things
All around and around me
These things
All around and around me
Me fish bring [x8]