Looking out the window,
The wide world spread out before me,
Thousands of people i will not meet!
The rolling fields,
Edged by trees,
Swaying in an unseen breeze!
Beyond the fields,
Out in the bitter cold,
The ground slopes up, The sky to hold!
A mountain in the distance,
All snowy and quaint,
Looks like its made from artists paint!
Beyond the mountain,
Walk on again,
Leaving behind the moments of pain!
Over the sea,
And the men that are fishing,
Far in the distance the sun is setting!
