The Place I Love Best
I wish to go to the mountains today,
not tomorrow, next month, or a year away.
I long for the wind, fresh air and the space,
the sun and the rain upon my face.
Cottages nestling on the side of the hill,
sheep eating the grass, getting their fill.
Eating my picnic beside the stream,
the sun on the water, giving a gleam.
So quiet and peaceful, not a sound,
only the birds are flying around.
It's so relaxing, no worry and stress,
please can I go to the place I love best.