At some point in time The highway blues seemed like the perfect song to sing But some memory, inside your head, you can't forget Is lingering Would you like to take my hand And tell me things I can understand? I would like to go and climb the ancient willow tree Like we used to do in a memory Green hills of home I see them tonight Small specks of light Through the trees So green I don't need the seven seas This black sound is enough for me right now And yes I'm back, but still not sure If I've found the illness or the cure Would you like to take my hand And tell me things no one understands? We could go so far We just need to find an open car Green hills of home I see them tonight Small specks of light Through the trees So green Oh so green Small lives inside Quicksand of time The land divine Green hills of home Small lives inside Quicksand of time The land divine Green hills of home