As far as the eye can see

Great big rolling hills

Valleys as far as the eye can see

Sculpted and crafted by unseen hands

Sweeping plains and grassy fields

Vast blue skies and wisps of white

I pondered and wandered amongst the gentians

Swaying and bowing in the wind

Endless sea of blue all fluttering in the breeze

Three and twenty birds did I see

And the stroke of the gales against my cheek

Flinging my arms out to the sky

Dancing and singing all with pride

But oh! Were the hills and valleys a sight!

What wealth they had given me

How little of the world we see!