Nueva Vizcaya

A lovely place from where the sky is new Reflects a vision of outrageous hue Unclouded glass above the morning dew A flood of puddle like an ocean blue The mountain fog could not the winding path Unjaded fellows gladly heed the draft Nor by dark valley's shadow turn us back To preach good tidings that will save from wrath A fragrant scent of meat on air did waft And green, fresh produce safely seethe the fat A roasted brew is boiling in a vat Sans sorrow, sanguine shepherds sweetly sat T'is bitter sweet, once more we bid adieu And hope one day such fellowship renew