The fiddle and a tambourine

Hey diddle diddle you played your fiddle as I banged my tambourine
We climbed up a hill and we rested in the middle on the grass that was luscious and green

The hill was a mountain with a snowy capped peak and a running river betwixt and between
I followed you to the very top as we clambered up that creek with the sun shining in a sheen

Our view was awesome as it took our breath away with the air that was Oh so clean but you played your fiddle as it echoed thru the valley and I banged my tambourine