Far Side of the Hill - Barry

I was born for roaming

Yes, I always will

I wonder if it’s greener

On the far side of the hill

Hey Dan, Dan look down yonder

Why there’s earth and there’s green and sky

And I bet we could get down there

In the batting of an eye

And further west there’s oceans

A miner he told me so

And the sun it shines so brightly

That it scares off the winters snow

And, you know, Dan, sometimes I’m tired

You know there’s sometimes when I’m lonesome too

Sometimes I see a farmer

Walking slow when the day is through

And I know, I know he’s got a woman

She’s making supper for him every day

And I curse this wandering fever

That stole my love away

Yes, I was born for roaming

I guess I always will

I wonder could it be greener

On the far side of the hill

I wonder could it be greener

On the far side of the hill