This valley, long and wide and warm.
I like to think of it as mine. My valley.
And the river, flashing past with a gleam in its eye,
That’s mine as well.
Sun and moon, the gifts of life.
Wind and rain for the wearing,
And trees, too, the statues of god.
I love these things, this life.
Here, where I spend the wealth of my time,
My days and nights,
Cashing in one sweet penny at a time.