The Far Side Of The Hill

Guess i was born for roaming
And roam i always will
Oh i wonder if it's greener
On the far side of the hill

Oh please come look down yonder
Just earth and green and sky
I know i could get on down there
In the pattern of an eye
And further west's an ocean
A miner told me so,
And the sun it shines so brightly
Well it scares off winter snow

And yes sometimes i'm tiered
Sometimes i'm lonesome too
Sometimes i see a farmer
Walking slow when day is through
And i know he's got a woman
Waiting supper everyday
If i have me such a woman
I could drive my blues away

I wished i knew the reason
God does the way he does
And why he keeps me moving
From a dream that never even was