No-one grows old, no-one gets ill
In the little lost village beyond the hill.
Nobody comes and nobody goes,
Nobody tells and nobody knows.
The crops never die, the livestock runs free,
Fish fill the rivers and fruits fill the tree.
Nobody argues, no-one's in charge,
The whole village lives like a family at large
And the secret's no secret, so nobody cares,
They live in a lifestyle that everyone shares
And no-one from outside will ever hear tell
Of the little lost village where these people dwell.
No telephone, radio, coinage or till -
Just a little lost village, beyond the hill.