In the Bushes With You - Simani - Lyrics ,

Oh, what I'd do to be a young gaffer,
Back home where my heart still longs to be to;
And if you were there, oh, the things we would share,
With never a care in the bushes with you.

I'm sure there's no doubtin' that we would go troutin',
Where the flies are so thick, and the skies are so blue;
If there's never a trout, it still would be lovely,
Out there all alone in the bushes with you.

Oh, what I'd give to be a young gaffer,
Back home where my heart still longs to be to;
And if you were there, oh, the things we would share,
With never a care in the bushes with you.

And if you went to pick a few partidge berries,
Though I'm not a good berry picker, 'tis true;
If there were no berries, not likely I'd worry.
Outdoors, all alone, in the bushes with you.

Then when we'd get back, sure we'd empt' out our rubbers,
With pin boughs all stuck to our socks like the glue;
And I allow you'd blush, if there's twigs on your shimmy,
'Cause they'd know I was out in the bushes with you.

Oh, what I'd give to be a young gaffer,
Back home where my heart still longs to be to;
And if you were there, oh, the things we would share,
With never a care in the bushes with you.

With the birds and the bears in the bushes with you.
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