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!