Sunshine on your face,
Bird song in your ears,
What is this place,
That knows no fear.
These lovely glades,
protect and guard,
These trees shade,
Those who work hard.
After a day of hardship
Just sit and relax here,
Lean your head on the oak tree,
In this place that knows no fear.
(Copyright () 2007. All rights reserved)
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