A Day in the Country

Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
Under the wonderful skies
For a city bred feller, a field of yeller
Is quite a delightful surprise

Oh, you don't have to pay for a day in the country
It's old mother nature who buys
And while we keep going, the breezes are blowing
The cigarette smoke from our eyes

You'll hear beautiful melodies played by an old water mill
And a little red barn is spinning a yarn to the daffodils up on the hill
Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
Far from the maddening throng
A hobo hobnobbing with bluebird and robin
We warble a merry old song
And go rolly, oh rolly, oh rolly, oh rolly, oh rolling along

(Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
Under the wonderful skies
For a city bred feller, a field of yeller
Is quite a delightful surprise)

(Oh, you don't have to pay for a day in the country
It's old mother nature who buys
And while we keep going the breezes keep blowing
The cigarette smoke from our eyes)

How I envy the fellas that live by a shady old nook
And cute little guy who's casting a fly at a trout leaping out of a brook
Oh, there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
Far from the maddening throng
Just grab a valise full and go where it's peaceful
And try vocalizing a song
While you're rolly, oh rolly, oh rolly, oh rolly, oh rolly, oh rolly, oh rolling along