I want to live where the air is clear
I want to grow nourishing food, flower beds under my window.
I want to ride, wind in my hair, charging through a field on the broad back of my steed
I want to teach my children work
I want dirt under my fingernails
I want to sleep sound to the serenade of crickets chirping their wild song
I want to welcome my love home each night, fire in my eyes
I want to be a country girl