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He's been all quiet since we left the farm

since we left the farm

for to take me to my train

 

Oh, he wouldn't say it but he likes it none

he doesn't like it none

that I'm going on my way

 

Still on the platform

hat in hand

he waives to me and then he's gone

 

And he's never been to New Orleans

he's never been to France

I doubt that he would go there

if he had the chance

 

'cause he's come to love the green, green hills

colors that he knows

and he'd hoped that sky and windy fields

would watch his children grow

watch his children

would watch his children grow

would watch his children

 

An empty room and what I came to find

the dream I'd hoped to find

and my soul are worlds apart

 

those that I meet they seem so hard inside

as if they couldn't smile

and then mean it in their hearts

 

they've never loved a river

they've never loved a tree

and I wonder, are they still alive?

 

And although I've been to New Orleans

although I've been to France

I wonder, was it worth it

for me to take the chance?

 

cause I've come to miss the green, green hills

colors that I've known

blue, blue sky and windy fields

must know that I'm alone

know that I'm alone

must know that I'm alone

know that I'm alone

 

He's older now, but still his hat in hand

old beat up hat in hand

on the platform where he stands

 

He tries a word, but then a smile instead

a happy, tear-filled smile

as he gives me his hand

 

We pick up my bags

and put them back on the truck

he knows I'm home, he understands

 

And he's never been to New Orleans

he's never been to France

I know he wouldn't go there

if he had the chance

 

Cause he's come to love the green, green hills

colors that he knows

blue, blue sky and windy fields

will watch his children grow

watch his children

will watch his children grow

will watch his children

 

And I won't go back to New Orleans

I won't go back to France

I don't want to go anywhere

I wouldn't want the chance

 

I will always love the green, green hills

Colors that I know

And blue, blue sky and windy fields

will watch my children grow

will watch my children

they will watch my children grow

watch my children

 

 

October 1976

 

Copyright © 2005 by Wolfstuff

 

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