oh there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
under the wonderful skies
for a city bred feller a field of yeller
is quite a delightful surprise
oh you don't have to pay for a day in the country
it's old mother nature who buys
and while we keep going the breezes are blowing
the cigarette smoke from our eyes
you'll hear beautiful melodies played by an old water mill
and a little red barn is spinning a yarn to the daffodils up on the hill
oh there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
far from the maddening throng
a hobo hobnobbing with bluebird and robin
we warble a merry old song
and go rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolling along
how i envy the fellas that live by a shady old nook
and cute little guy who's casting a fly at a trout leaping out of a brook
oh there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
far from the maddening throng
just grab a valise full and go where it's peaceful
and try vocalizing a song
while you're rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolling along