City lights were shining bright, carried dreams up high,
Walked the bustling avenues, beneath a steel-grey sky.
But concrete can feel cold, and the noise can pierce the soul,
I longed for fields of green, where silver rivers roll.

Packed my bags one evening, left that urban maze,
Traded traffic's endless hum for a quiet, winding gaze.
Cool breeze through the hayfields, calmed the tired heart,
Found peace in simple hours, where the troubles part.

From the city to the countryside, I’ve found a different life,
Where the stars light up the heavens, and the air cuts like a knife.
No more neon lights or sirens, just the sound of nature’s call,
From the city to the countryside, I’ve come to mend it all.

Rooster calls at sunrise, echoes through the pines,
Coffee on the front porch, watching shadows climb.
Every day's a treasure, in this land so far and wide,
From the city to the countryside, where love and peace abide.

Evenings by the fire, tales of times gone past,
With friends who know your name, and love that’s built to last.
No deadlines, just free time, a life that’s deep and slow,
From the city to the countryside, I’m finally letting go.

From the city to the countryside, I’ve found a different life,
Where the stars light up the heavens, and the air cuts like a knife.
No more neon lights or sirens, just the sound of nature’s call,
From the city to the countryside, I’ve come to mend it all.