On the first of May
it is moving day;
spring is here, so blow your job . . .
throw your job away;

Now's the time to trust
to your wanderlust.
In the city's dust you wait
must you wait?
Just you wait;

In a mountain greenery
where God paints the scenery
just two crazy people together.

While you love your lover, let
blues skies be your coverlet.
When it rains we we don't mind the weather.

And if you're good
I'll search for wood
so you can cook
while I stand lookin' . . .

Beans could get no keener
reception in a beanery.
Bless our Mountain Greenery home!

And if you're good
I'll search for wood
so you can cook
while I stand lookin' . . .

Beans could get no keener
reception in a beanery.
Bless our Mountain Greenery home!

< orchestral interlude >

Simple cooking means . . .
more than French cuisines . . .

I've a banquet planned which is
sandwiches and beans . . .

coffee's just as grand, with a little sand . . .

eat and you'll grow fatter boy,
S'matter boy? 'Atta boy!