The Hills Of Tuscany - Donovan

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

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

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

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

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