From the bottom of the hill
From the bottom of the hill
I play with my mandolin
And I'd like to climb on the trees
To see the seven seas
From the top of the mountains
I have got some scents
Some animals,some trees
I look after them
And I keep travellin over and over
And I keep singing in whispers
From the top of the cloud
I'm waiting for my dude
He lives in the moon
And I have the frozen blood
From the road of the country
I'm picking a pretty
Flower in my hand
And I'm feeling the sand