The Sun goes down and I’ll go to my house Leave the chaos of the city behind I can feel the cold of the woods The smell of the grain hit my face I’ll stay with my wife tonight Drinking some beers on the deck all night Looking at the hills and counting the stones As if like this moment would never end I live where the green grass grows And the mountains surround my soul I hear the birds singing magical songs And the ducks on the lake dancing more than I know