Slow Walk in the Country Lyrics

We'll take a slow walk in the country
Anywhere will do
Just as long as we're out of the city
Where the forrest turns to field
Over hills about a mile
There's a church, there's a room, there's a pastor
Who tried to map the wild
I got my mind on flourescent beech trees
Keep one eye on the bulls, the colts, the ponies
Wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion

My doubting heart just flickers on...
But sometimes I've got devotion
There's a rhyme for every season
Questioning is a tool and not a reason
I got my mind on flourescent beech trees
Keep one eye on the bulls, the fox, the ponies
Wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion
My doubting heart just flickers on...
But sometimes I've got devotion
I got my mind on flourescent beech trees
Keep one eye on the feisty little ponies
Wish I could hold time and play it in slow motion
My doubting heart just flickers on...
But sometimes I've got devotion
There ain't nothing as pretty as a lonely poppy in an overcrowded field
My body ain't what it used to be but my head is what it is