Tune: Theme from M*A*S*H
Through early morning mist I see,Mountains are surrounding me.This is where I want to be,Resting here beneath a tree.The bush it gives me pleasure.The heart of all my leisure.And I can never leave here and be free.And you can do the same thing, come with me.
A lovely glade to pass the day.Wanting here this place to stay.Skies are blue, and clouds are grey,Cities dreary any way.The bush it gives me pleasure ...
This is the cream of exercise,Walking slow beneath the skies,Climbing gently up the rise,Watch the birds, hear their cries.The bush it gives me pleasure ...
Best way of travelling’s on my feet,Climb a mountain, people meet,There might be cold, there might be sleet,But I don’t care it is all sweet.The bush it gives me pleasure ...
Ford the river, climb the hill,With roaring winds or calm and still,I can never have my fill,Rejoicing here I always will.The bush it gives me pleasure ...
Trying hard to go out there,In wild country, for that is where,Eternal disposition fair,Relaxing calm without a care.The bush it gives me pleasure ...
One day I guess I’ll be too old,Hills too steep, ground too cold,Cannot then refresh my soul,With all my visits are on hold.The bush it gives me pleasure ...
Perpetual good memories,Camped in the bush, for it does please,Hot or cold, maybe freeze,For that is where I want to be.The bush it gives me pleasure ...
Bushwalk
