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.