whoa, yeah
you’ll feel all right
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
there’s an old gypsy dreamer on a broken down bench
with a bottle of gin he lays his worries to rest
even dark city streets where survival is a meal
there’s a pathway that can lead you to the green, green fields, yeah
oh, oh, oh
na, na , na, na
there’s a runaway girl on a runaway train
oh, she’s lookin’ for answers and the promise of fame
in her leather and high heels she’s searchin’ for what’s real
child, come lay your head down on the green, green fields
CHORUS:
lay down your head on the green, green fields
now won’t you lay down your head on the green, green fields
won’t you bury me low on the green,
green fields, say you will
there’s a wealthy young man thinks he’s quite a success
but every dollar earned just feeds his emptiness
‘cause he’ll never get from houses or automobiles
that feelin’ that you get from the green, green fields
