Country Lensights

(mmmmm) Early morning on the ridge

Mist is rising off the bridge

Dew drops on the clover field

Knowing what the land will yield

Fencerows running straight and true

Everything is fresh and new

He don't need no gold or stone

To feel the richness of his home

In a country boy's eye

The world is wide and clean

Underneath the open sky

Living out his honest dream

(yeah) He sees the promise in the soil

The honest beauty in the toil No hurry in his quiet stride

Just simple peace inside

In his eye... (ahhhh)