Cannot Change It All

Man is best when he does not know the riches at his feet
Then he cannot change it all to what he doesn’t need
I went up on the mountainside and looked down on the land
A stranger to my own dear home, for years I’ve been abroad
Where I’ve gone I won’t say for you will hear it wrong
And think too poorly of this girl
Some may say I travel with my feet too apart
Trying to cover acres for every bleeding heart
If I stop and look at all the heaviness that’s come
Where on earth will I find love?