Golden hillsides, golden meadows, what a pleasant sight to see. Ev'ry creature joins his fellows in a joyful melody. Summer breezes gentle breezes blow. Summer breezes to and fro. Ev'ry stalk is a golden store of goodness Ready now to reap and mow. See the humming bees whirl after gladly coloured butterflies. And the cricket's chirping laughter fills the azure summer skies. Golden hillsides, golden valleys, what a pleasant sight to see. Lift your voices to greet the summer morning, sing and dance so merrily.
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