In our country fields divine,
Men and woman’s faces do shine.
Whatever we plant does grow galore,
Tea, fruits, cattle and much more.
In fields of green calm haze,
Our animals do happily graze.
Falling fruit from towering trees,
Careful takings from our sweet honey bees.
In our country fields life does thrive,
It is here we live the happiest of lives.
Wholeness, happiness, souls complete,
Towns and cities just can’t compete.