Once to that Greenland
Where the afternoon sings a song
We spent our times, long,
In that beautiful setting there
Amidst pastoral care,
We thought to live
Like shepherds do,
Being drenched in Nature's hues
Singing country songs
Of finding a home,
In the Greenland
Filled with mist and dews.
(*Note: upon a painting loosely based as attached, courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni)
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