At Olinda, running through the trees,
A cockatoo calls that frightens all the bees, 
Picking wild strawberries tucked away,
And then the trees start to sway,
I find an opening full of flowers, 
Some how the minutes have turned to hours, 
The sun's going down time to turn around,
The birds are making a beautiful sound,
I have had such a wonderful day,
In this place, I think I might stay.