Who knows where I’m going on this clear and perfect day

The birds are singing pretty songs and the farmer’s making hay

There’s a thoroughbred in training and he’s holding down the pace

And the rider feels he’s ready now to win another race

There’s a sail boat on the river and it’s going with the breeze

And there are lovers in the cornfield playing games

With the birds and bees

It’s not a dream, this could be a way of life

Just look around, you could be in paradise     

It takes me back in my mind to the days when we were young

Filled with laughter in the rain and splendour in the sun