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.