Country Boy

I am not a rich man,I'm not a rich mans son,
But I love the countryside,and the wealth of things to come,
I see the leaves burst open,in the joyous time of spring,
The sweet song of the birds, as they build their nests and sing,
The fragrance of the flowers,so bright and in full bloom,
The golden autumn woodlands, with leaves that will fall soon,
The crispness of the morning, is it time for frost,
Anothewr year almost over,I think of time I've lost,
Of all the things I didn't do,
Even though I thought I'd tried,
"But one cannot do everything,was the words that were replied.