One Green Hill Lyrics

Oysterband One Green Hill

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

The 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

And somewhere in the story
It came as no surprise
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
And it rattles at your cage
My people are survivors, living in the cracks
Whatever bad luck hands them
They keep on coming back

To one green hill, one green hill
One far green hill we carry everywhere