At some point in time
The highway blues seemed like the perfect song to sing
But some memory, inside your head, you can't forget
Is lingering
Would you like to take my hand
And tell me things I can understand?
I would like to go and climb the ancient willow tree
Like we used to do in a memory
Green hills of home
I see them tonight
Small specks of light
Through the trees
So green
I don't need the seven seas
This black sound is enough for me right now
And yes I'm back, but still not sure
If I've found the illness or the cure
Would you like to take my hand
And tell me things no one understands?
We could go so far
We just need to find an open car
Green hills of home
I see them tonight
Small specks of light
Through the trees
So green
Oh so green
Small lives inside
Quicksand of time
The land divine
Green hills of home
Small lives inside
Quicksand of time
The land divine
Green hills of home
