Hangin' on the breeze...

...to dry

Say what you will,
The countryside is still
The only place where I could settle down
Troubles there are so much rarer
Out of town

Up there the sun is a big yellow duster
Polishing the blue, blue sky
With white fluffy clouds in a cluster
Hanging on a breeze to dry

Up in the hills again today. Not a bad place to be on a bright, fresh Sunday?