How about the hills?
Away from the sea and sand,
We'll grow potatoes and peas
Lie down on a patch of grass
And doze off counting the stars...
We'll reclaim our soul
That was lost in the wilderness
Years ago when we'd lean
Upon a ruminating cow
And think about the secret passages
Leading to a wonderland...
We'd look in the dense hedges
For the nests of monstrous ants,
We'd run behind the ducks
Or get bitten by a goat
While feeding it the orange peels.
Beautiful days, weren't they?
Shall we run away to the hills?