Driving southward, crossing the state line, Heading towards the cities, leaving the sweet pine. Golds and yellows, In the meadows, Near the country streams, She sits fanning, While I'm planning, Our future dreams, She's my soul, my life, Destined to be my wife, and I love her so, Everywhere I go.
Noiseless motion, Like an ocean, On the country road, Takes me back when, We were both ten, To places we once strode, She's my soul, my life, Dressing to be my wife, and I love her so. Everywhere I go in the morning.