Bing Crosby - Mountain Greenery Lyrics
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Mountain Greenery
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What Are The Lyrics For Mountain Greenery By Bing Crosby?
On the first of May, it is moving day,
Spring is here, so blow your job, Throw your job away! Now's the time to trust, To your wanderlust, In the city's dust you wait, must you wait Just you wait! In a mountain greenery, Where God paints the scenery Just two crazy people together. While you love your lover, Let blue skies, be your coverlet, When it rains we'll laugh at the weather. And if you're good, I'll search for wood, So you can cook... while I stand looking Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery Bless our mountain greenery home! Simple cooking means More than French Cuisines I've a banquet planned which is Sandwiches and beans Coffee's just as grand With a little sand Eat and you'll grow fatter, boy 'smatter boy? Huh, huh! 'Atta boy. In a mountain greenery, Where God paints the scenery Just two crazy people together. How-how-how-how-how we love sequestering Where no pests are pestering No dear momma holds us in tether Mosquitoes here, Won't bite you dear, I'll let them sting, me on the finger! Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery Bless our mountain greenery, Far from life's machinery Bless our mountain greenery home! |
Who Wrote Mountain Greenery By Bing Crosby?
Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers
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What's The Duration Of The Mountain Greenery By Bing Crosby?The duration of Mountain Greenery is 3:43 minutes and seconds. |
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