Текст песни The Hills Of Tuscany

I left my home and the factory To wander my way to the sea In the Wild Country I'm happy I feel so much more alive and free Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany In the early spring sunshine Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany Little green grapes growing on the vine There is a girl I do so love I know she would laugh to know my mind Her beauty fairer than the dove A flower for her hair I always find [Refrão] My voice I raise and sing her praise To the flowers and the birdies of the air When to the clouds I set my gaze I often see her smile up there [Refrão]