The Outdoor Type
I’ve always been the outdoor type
It’s the only life for me
A wood fire and sleeping out
Is a life that’s truly free
Free of doors and windows
And walls that shut off the view
Of the beautiful morning sunrise
And sunset’s glorious hues
You can watch the moon rise slowly
As the stars start to sprinkle the blue
The clouds roll lazily under
And the moonlight filters through
The air is fresh, clean, and pure
And sleep will not evade you
When you awaken in the morning
A mixed bird chorus will serenade you
