Fellow To The Trees

There's sunshine in the heart of me My blood sings in the breeze The mountains are a part of me I'm a fellow to the trees My golden youth I'm squandering Sun-libertine am I A-wandering, a-wandering Until the day I die There's sunshine in the heart of me My blood sings in the breeze The mountains are a part of me I'm a fellow to the trees My golden youth I'm squandering Sun-libertine am I A-wandering, a-wandering Until the day I die I was once, I declare, a Stone-Age man And I roomed in the cool of a cave I have known, I will swear, in a new life-span The fret and the sweat of a slave For far over all that folks hold worth There lives and there leaps in me A love of the lowly things of earth And a passion to be free There's sunshine in the heart of me My blood sings in the breeze The mountains are a part of me I'm fellow to the trees My golden youth I'm squandering Sun-libertine am I A-wandering, a-wandering Until the day I die To pitch my tent with no prosy plan To range and to change at will To mock at the masterships of man To seek Adventure's thrill Carefree to be, as a bird that sings To go my own sweet way To reck not at all what may befall But to live and to love each day To make my body a temple pure Wherein I dwell serene To care for the things that shall endure The simple, sweet and clean To oust out envy and hate and rage To breathe with no alarm For Nature shall be my anchorage And none shall do me harm To shun all lures that debauch the soul The orgied rites of the rich To eat my crust as a rover must With the rough-neck down in the ditch To trudge by his side whatever betide To share his fire at night To call him friend to the long trail-end And to read his heart aright To scorn all strife, and to view all life With the curious eyes of a child From the plangent sea to the prairie From the slum to the heart of the Wild From the red-rimmed star to the speck of sand From the vast to the greatly small For I know that the whole for good is planned And I want to see it all To see it all, the wide world-way From the fig-leaf belt to the Pole Never a one to say me nay And none to cramp my soul In belly-pinch I will pay the price But god let me be free For once I know in the long ago They made a slave of me There's sunshine in the heart of me My blood sings in the breeze The mountains are a part of me I'm fellow to the trees My golden youth I'm squandering Sun-libertine am I A-wandering, a-wandering Until the day I die In a flannel shirt from the earth's clean dirt Here, pal, is my calloused hand Oh, I love each day as a rover may Nor seek to understand To enjoy is good enough for me The gipsy of god am I Then here's a hail to each flaring dawn And here's a cheer to the night that's gone Then every star shall sing to me Its song of liberty And every morning bring to me Its mandate to be free In every throbbing vein of me I'll feel the vast Earth-call O body, heart and brain of me Praise whoever made this all!