OUT OF THE CITY
Herein the ring of the hills,Under a cloudy sky,Content at last I lieWhere Peace o’erspillsLike a cool rain which givethThis brave daisy scentAnd wine of sacramentWhereby he liveth.The big hooters may howl,Men quarrel, whistles screech,I will hear only the speechOf my forgotten soul,Which is the speech of trees,Soft yet of clarityAnd brimmed with verityAnd all gay peace.
Herein the ring of the hills,Under a cloudy sky,Content at last I lieWhere Peace o’erspillsLike a cool rain which givethThis brave daisy scentAnd wine of sacramentWhereby he liveth.The big hooters may howl,Men quarrel, whistles screech,I will hear only the speechOf my forgotten soul,Which is the speech of trees,Soft yet of clarityAnd brimmed with verityAnd all gay peace.
Herein the ring of the hills,Under a cloudy sky,Content at last I lieWhere Peace o’erspillsLike a cool rain which givethThis brave daisy scentAnd wine of sacramentWhereby he liveth.
Herein the ring of the hills,
Under a cloudy sky,
Content at last I lie
Where Peace o’erspills
Like a cool rain which giveth
This brave daisy scent
And wine of sacrament
Whereby he liveth.
The big hooters may howl,Men quarrel, whistles screech,I will hear only the speechOf my forgotten soul,Which is the speech of trees,Soft yet of clarityAnd brimmed with verityAnd all gay peace.
The big hooters may howl,
Men quarrel, whistles screech,
I will hear only the speech
Of my forgotten soul,
Which is the speech of trees,
Soft yet of clarity
And brimmed with verity
And all gay peace.