Just drop your bucket where you are.
Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
The woods were made for the hunter of dreams...
W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say 'hullo'; Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do. How's the world a-usin' you?
Where shall we get religion? Beneath the open sky, the sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity.. The midnight earth sends incense up, sweet with the breath of prayer -- Go out beneath the naked night and get religion there.