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I went playing in the country I went running through the hills I saw God in all his bounty And I reveled in his thrills I wish not for some tomorrow Where the world hath fell to sin And ask not for any pity For the troubled state I'm in If the house is left in clutter The field won't bear us crops in spring And the cows won't give us butter They won't give us anything I went playing in the country I went running through the hills I saw them burning fields and bodies Oh my God, it gave me chills From Letras Mania