The Little Road To Somewhere

The little road to Somewhere it winds along the hill
The home of the shy brown hare and the clear mountain rill
That flows down to the river to the great ocean shore
It has been babbling for none knows how long and will forever more.

It takes you from the highway from the busy City street
On the little road to Somewhere so few cars one does meet
Above the scrub of the foothills the brown lark upwards fly
To carol in the morning in the unpolluted sky.

Far from the noisy traffic of the big urban town
The little road to Somewhere it winds on up and down
Above the distant mountain the sun is rising red
Near the little Town of Somewhere that is somewhere on ahead.

In the wood by the little road to Somewhere the birds sing all day long
And each bird is distinctive by it's territorial song
A lovely road to drive on in a near to perfect day
Far from the noisy City to Somewhere far away.