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

Oh yes, sometimes I'm tired

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

Guess I was born for roaming

And roam I always will

I wonder if it's greener

On the far side of the hill

Well, I guess I was born for roaming

And roam I always will

I wonder if it's greener

On the far side of the hill