You mustn't feel sorry for me. Don't you see I'm happy at last - free - free! - freed from the farm - free to wander on and on - eternally! Look! Isn't it beautiful beyond the hills? I can hear the old voices calling me to come - And this time I'm going! It isn't the end. It's a free beginning - the start of my voyage! I've won to my trip - the right of release - beyond the horizon! Oh, you ought to be glad - glad - for my sake!