There is a village high on a mountain,
Where birds are happy and bountiful,
And children play by a fountain,
Where the butterflies fly to fountainhead.
Day by day I peaceably pace paths,
Day by day my eyes are on the sparrow,
By and By I learn to be happy and bubby,
By and by I learn to Love and live lively.
There is a young lad in a grass thatched hut ,
Where he sits and sips sour milk making grassroots,
And looks at the stars, moon and sky high aboveground,
Where he imagines of mellifluous tones.
Day by day Learn to larn to live today!!!!
By Jawshooah Qeter