I am a forest ranger on this wooded path
My job lies in the dangers of each mountain pass
Amid the paintbrushes and wood forget-me-nots
Lives a hallowed quiet free of any thought
Ahhh, ahhh, ahh, ooh

These beaten leather boots always keep me on track
Feel half a man without my Stetson and my pack
A place like this teaches you what life can really mean
And if you cut me open, bet you I'd bleed grey and green

It's a fine life
Working where the bear-grass blooms
And I'll fight to keep it livin' in tune
What a sight, shootin' stars in June
You and I are just bees beneath the Moon

There is no music like the singing of the birds
No dance could ever best the movement of the herd
No man could ever build a home more fair and sure
Than this land that I adore
Ooh, ahh, ahh

It's a fine life
Working where the bear-grass blooms
And I'll fight to keep it livin' in tune
What a sight, shootin' stars in June
You and I are just bees beneath the Moon

Black coffee, ear to the radio
Sunrise, the rangers are ready to go
What's man without the animals?
Lose them and we're sure to follow

Black coffee, ear to the radio
Sunrise, the rangers are ready to go
What's man without the animals?
Lose them and we're sure to follow

Black coffee, ear to the radio (Do or die)
Sunrise, the rangers are ready to go (Do or die)
What's man without the animals? (Do or die)
Lose them and we're sure to follow (Do or die)

Black coffee, ear to the radio (Do or die)
Sunrise, the rangers are ready to go (Do or die)
What's man without the animals? (Do or die)
Lose them and we're sure to follow (Do)

It's a fine life
Working where the bear-grass blooms
And I'll fight to keep it livin' in tune
What a sight, shootin' stars in June
You and I are just bees beneath the Moon

It's a fine life
Working where the bear-grass blooms
I'll fight to keep it livin' in tune
What a sight, shootin' stars in June
You and I are just bees beneath the Moon