Green Grass Dream
Why are you going up that hill?
That question asked to me
I’m looking for the Green Grass Dream
Why are you sitting there so still?
Queried a busy bee
I’m looking for the Green Grass Dream
Why are you looking, what is that dream?
As I got the third degree
There’s a place inside of all of us
Where contentment and love redeem
I really need to find it
I call it my Green Grass Dream
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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