Emerald Green

EMERALD GREEN

Years ago, he broke the ground off an old dirt road outside of town
where he would start to build his country home
He worked days on end and months at a time Clearing land without a dime on the mountain That he loved to roam.

From the window of his favorite room, He would look out on a country view
and see the mountains Where they reached the sky
From the back porch he could hear the crickets sing
Feel the crisp air in the morning breeze
A greater place would be so hard to find

Cause he had picket fences and old oak trees Wild ferns and maple leaves
The sound of home, that whisper in the wind A small clear stream by the old well house Stone walls that were hand built
The sky was blue, the grass was emerald green

His factory job took him back to town,
where the city folks would cut him down For living life, outside the standard trend Oh but they knew not the joys he felt inside or the satisfaction and sense of pride That filled his heart, as each day came to an end

YES the sky was blue, the grass was emerald green.