One feels walled in by steel and concrete
While strolling down a large city street
Confined by noise and lack of fresh air
I believe I choose to not be there.
Show me a field whence wilderness grows
It’s sure to be where godliness flows,
Or by a small stream or riverbed
With a gravel path that’s been well tred.
Nature’s replete with sounds loud and clear
The birds and creatures all seem to cheer
There is great joy in God’s wonderland
Hear it sing aloud and sound so grand !