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