How green the grass beneath my feet,
A vibrant gown with verdant strands
Of earthly fabric, grown replete
With woven blades from nature's hands;

Yet envied eyes look from this scene
To distant hills in far off vales,
And dare to dream of fairer greens
In secret glades down hidden trails;

Yet still my eyes do strain to pry
O'er oceans and the briny seas
Where jaded mountains clamber high
Above the glistened emerald leas;

Yet here beneath my weary feet,
This green green grass is where I'll stay,
And when my days are all complete,
Beneath this grass is where I'll lay.