There's nothing for your comfort
In the place where I was born
Someone's got the roses
'Cause my people got the thorns
My people are the poor ones
Their country made of stones
Their wealth is in persistence
In stories and in bones
And one green hill
One green hill
One far green hill
We carry everywhere
One green hill
One green hill
One far green hill
We carry everywhere
Tide must have a turning
The wind must have a change
Children go to cities
Where the stars look strange
And memory's a winding path
Shining in the rain
To places where we parted
And we shall not meet again
On one green hill
One green hill
One far green hill
We carry everywhere
One green hill
One green hill
One far green hill
We carry everywhere
And somewhere in the story
It came as no surprise
One time for all time
The rain got in my eyes
One time for all time
The rain got in my eyes
It might be tears of laughter
It might be tears of rage
You hate it and you love it
It rattles at your cage
My people are survivors
Living in the cracks
Whatever bad luck hands them
Well, they keeping on coming back
To one green hill
One green hill
One far green hill
We carry everywhere
One green hill
One green hill
One far green hill
We carry everywhere
One far green hill
We carry everywhere
One far green hill
We carry everywhere
One far green hill
We carry everywhere
One far green hill
We carry everywhere