The Grass is Greener,
when you see the world
just a little bit clearer.

There it is, sitting out the window,
past the barbed wires,
and picket fences,
penny for your thoughts,
or even six pences?

The grass is green,
while it lives in the garden or out of bed,
out there and in here,
in the lawn or in your head.

Aye indeed,
The Grass is Greener
they say, on the other side instead.

Aye the Grass is so much Greener
while it blankets the dead.