I Must Be Off Where The Green Boughs Beckon-- Why Should I Linger To Barter And Reckon? The Mart May Pay Me--The Mart May Cheat Me, I Have Had Enough Of The Huckster'S Din, The Calm Of The Deep Woods Waits To Greet Me, (Heart Of The High Hills, Take Me In.) I Must Be Off Where The Brooks Are Waking, Where Birds Are Building And Green Leaves Breaking. Why Should The Hold Of An Old Task Bind Me? I Know Of An Eyrie I Fain Would Win Where A Wind Of The West Shall Seek Me And Find Me, (Heart Of My High Hills, Take Me In.) I Must Be Off Where The Stars Are Nearer, Where Feet Go Swifter And Eyes See Clearer, Little I Heed What The Toilers Name Me-- I Have Heard The Call That To Miss Were Sin, The April Voices That Clamour And Claim Me, (Heart Of My High Hills, Take Me In.)