When the sun comes out to play
On the blue hued ground
I behold and gaze at it
As it calls its pals around

The olive tree opens up its leaves
And the clouds come drifting by,
The stream starts flowing quick
As the green hill rises high

They invite me to play
And I do agree
They flee to their hide-spots
As I am left to find and see

I move here and there and here and there
With the task to search and seek
I look at all the sides and all the sides
On the bush and in the creek

Then I spot the olive tree
In the jungle among the other ones
And I find the flowing stream
At the place where the river runs

And I see the green hill among the mounts
With the drifting cloud behind
And the Sun further behind it
Thus, all I could find!