WATERIN’ TH’ HORSES

I took th’ horses to th’ brook — to water‘ em you know,

Th’ air was cold with just a touch o’ frost;

And as we went a-joggin’ down I could n't help but think,

O’ city folk an’ all the things they lost.

O’ cause they have their lighted streets — their Great

White Way an’ such,

O’ course they have their buildings large an’ tall;

But, my! they never know th’ joy o’ ridin’ ter th’ brook,

An’ somehow I do n't envy‘ em at all!

Perhaps I'd like it — for awhile — to hear th’ songs an’ laughter,

But somehow, I do n't know exactly why;

I'd feel th’ country callin’ me; I'd long again fer silence,

An’ fer God's mountains, blue against the sky.

I took th’ horses to th’ brook — to water‘ em you know,

Th’ day was pretty as a day can be;

An’ as we went a-joggin’ down I could n't help but think,

O’ city folk an’ all they never see!