Letras de The Hills of Tuscany

I left my home and the factory
To wander my way to the sea
In the wild country I′m happy
I feel so much more alive and free

Rambling through
The pleasant hills of Tuscany
In the early spring sunshine
Rambling through
The pleasant hills of Tuscany
Little green grapes growing on the vine

There is a girl I do so love
I know she would love to know my mind
Her beauty fairer than the dove
A flower for her hair I'll always find

Rambling through
The pleasant hills of Tuscany
In the early spring sunshine
Rambling through
The pleasant hills of Tuscany
Little green grapes growing on the vine

My voice I raise and sing your praise
To the flowers and the birdies of the air
When to the clouds I set my gaze
I often see your smile up there

Rambling through
The pleasant hills of Tuscany
In the early spring sunshine
Rambling through
The pleasant hills of Tuscany
Little green grapes growing on the vine

Rambling through
The pleasant hills of Tuscany
In the early spring sunshine
Rambling through
The pleasant hills of Tuscany
Little green grapes growing on the vine