Well, it's always we ramble, that river and I, All along your green valley I'll work till I die, My land I'll defend with my life, if it be, 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free.
When the moon is in the seventh house,
And Jupiter aligns with Mars,
Then peace will guide the planets,
And love will steer the stars;
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius.
