Written by Lorenz Hart/Richard Rodgers
verse 1 G C6 Am7 D G On the first of May it's a moving day; Bm7 Em7 A7 Dmaj7 Gmaj7 C#m7 F#7 Spring is here, so blow your job - throw your job away D Em7 A7 D Now's the time to trust to your wanderlust. F#m7 B7 Em7 D Bm7 Am7 D7 In the city's dust you wait - must you wait? Just you wait;verse 2 G C6 Am7 D7 G Simple cooking means more than French cuisines Bm7 Em7 A7 Dmaj7 Gmaj7 C#m7 F#7 I've a banquet planned which is sandwi-ches and beans D Em7 A7 D Coffee's just as grand with a little sand F#m7 B7 Em7 D Bm7 Am7 D7 Eat and you'll grow fatter boy – s'matter boy? Atta boy! INTERLUDE G D G D G When the world was young Old Father Adam with sin would grapple D D7 G C G D So we're entitled to just one apple - I mean to make apple sauce G D G D G Underneath the bough We'll take a lesson from Mister Omar D D7 G C G beneath the eyes on no Pa and no Ma Where Mother Nature is boss F#m Em F#m Em Washing dishes, Catching fishes by the running stream F#m Em Am7 D We'll curse the smell of citronella even while we dream. G D G D G Your head upon the ground, your downy pillow is just a boulder D D7 G C G You'll have new dimples 'fore I'm older but life is peaches and creamG Em7 Am7 D7 G Em7 Am7 D7 In a mountain greenery where God paints the scenery G Em7 A7 Am7 D7 just two crazy people together. G Em7 Am7 D G Em7 Am7 D While you love your lover, let blues skies be your coverlet. G Em7 A7 Am7 D7 When it rains we'll laugh at the weather. G7 C6 Dm7 G7 C6 And if you're good I'll search for wood Dm7 G7 Em7 A7 Am7 D7 so you can cook while I stand looking. G Em7 Am7 D G Em7 Am7 D Beans could get no keener reception in a beanery. G Em7 Am7 D G Em7 Am7 D7 Bless our Mountain Greenery home!G Em7 Am7 D G Em7 Am7 D In a mountain greenery where God paints the scenery G Em7 A7 Am7 D7 just two crazy people together. G Em7 Am7 D G Em7 Am7 D7 How we love sequestering where no pests are pestering G Em7 A7 Am7 D7 No dear ma-ma holds us in tether. G7 C6 Dm7 G7 C6 Mosquitoes here won't bite you, dear Dm7 G7 Em7 A7 Am7 D7 I'll let them sting me on my fin-ger G Em7 Am7 D G Em7 Am7 D We could find no cleaner retreat from life's machinery G Em7 Am7 D G Em7 Am7 D Than our mountain greenery where God paints the scenery G Em7 Am7 D7 G Gmaj7 Bless our mountain greenery home