Over the hills and far away,
To a lovely place where I want to stay.
Where grass is blue and skies are green,
And the ocean is clear and oh-so serene.
I lay with my hands in the warm soothing sand
As the only sound to be heard is yonder merchantman. 

I lie in the sun and sleep all day, 
As the birds sit around and chatter, gay.
The sun begins its ride down it's path,
As I begin my own sleepy way back.