A long, long time ago
In green fields of our own
We were free to wander
We were free to roam
Those tall, dark, leafy trees
Our shelter from the breeze
Are all gone in a paper chase
Hung up with wallpaper paste
Tell the farmer
To keep the dogs at bay
We were here a long time ago
When the land was free to roam
Now it's been stripped to the bone
(Straight on)
My first memory
Of blue sky and cornfields
A hornet's nest
A floral dress
Summer evenings were the best
The last thing on my mind
Was to leave it all behind
Move out to a city life
Necessity, if you don't mind
This city is full of fakes
This city is full of mistakes
We're moving out to the country
We're gonna find a place where the air is clean and free, yeah