If you’re tired of the city, and you want to breath in as well as out,
Pack up your shovel and gumboots, and sing with me without any doubt
I like the country, with a bucket and a hoe, and your very own seeds.
I like the country, and to grow everything I need.

Spoken: sounds a little simplistic doesn’t it ? I mean, grow your own washing machine?

Well I know we need factories, so people can earn the money they need.
And I know we need companies, busily competing for everybody’s greed
But I like the country. Sun still shines, so we’d better make hay.
Show me a mountain, and I’ll selfishly smile... all day.

I mean, a smile’s the only thing most of us have that isn’t taxed these days

The population’s growing, and so are demands for energy.
Uranium and coal mean money! But not for you and me!
Show me a country where it’s free to draw power from wind and sun.
No power monopolies, or beaurocratic bun...gles.
A country where the sun shines down
And the wind whips ‘round propellers.
Where heat and light and power are free
For women and for... men.

I like the country, where sight and smell and taste are real.
I like the country, it’s a groovy place to be,
And one day soon I’ll go and see!