Текст песни Simple Ben

Walkin' on a dusty road in the countryside of ease
I heard a song driftin' on the gently blowin' breeze
Sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all

A barrow pushed by a little man came rollin' from the west
He sang a song as he stepped along until we drew abreast
Well hello there my friend, I see you're on the road here just like me
Why don't we stop and rest a while and I'll boil a pot of tea
Just give me sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all

He said his name was Simple Ben but not what I'd believe
Christened by the way he thought and not the way he lived
I've seen the best and worst that we have here on our earth
And finally decided on the things that I get worth
Just give me sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ingô
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all
John J. Francis - Simple Ben - http://ru.motolyrics.com/john-j-francis/simple-ben-lyrics.html
I asked if he had seen the great jets fly across the sky
He said he'd seen the smallest bird learnin' how to fly
Have you seen the bridges stretched across the bays
I've seen the smallest fish alive dyin' in the haze
Have you seen the massive buildin's reached towards the sun
I've seen the fields of barronness from the work that man has done
What about the dams and weirs that feed the countryside
I've seen the brownness of the grass when the dams and weirs run -
Just give me sunshine through the Autumn, sweet snow to the Spri-ing
Corn by the water of an old mill stream, and you give me all, you give me all

What about the fertile lands where nothin' once would grow
I've seen the lands to the north and south and the tons of ice and snow.
Have you seen the jungle so thick that a man can't go?
I've seen a farmer plough a field with nothing but hoe.
You must admit that the motor was a boom for all mankind.
The air is sweeter here than 100 miles behind.
Just give me sunshine in the autumn, sweet snow through to spring, corn by the water of an old mill stream.
And you give me all.