These Precious Things

These Precious Things - Julie Andrews

The forest glade so green and cool

Pine trees there on yonder hill

The lazy trout in sunlit pool

The summer night when all is still

The scent of roses in the breeze

The gentle humming of the bees

The woodland flowers so soft to touch

These precious things I love so much

I love to scorn the thought of gaining wealth

I want it not

I set no store by gold or rubies or pearls

I want them not

Simple things bring lasting happiness

For more than these simple

Things my heart will ever please

To saunter down a country lane

A stroll beside the moonlit see

To see the fields of gold and grain

The cattle grazing on the little

Watch the newborn lambs a play

The fragrant scent of new moon hay

The falling leaves at autumn's touch

These are the things

The precious things I love so much