There is a place
Near the sea
Where mountains grow
And forests are green
Where endless medows
Clear rivers
And sounds
Yes the sound of home
The smells
Of the oncoming rain
Clear blue skies
Horizons and nights

In the land where grass grows tall
And the people are so warm
No there is nothing, so sincere
When a friend runs over 
And He knows that He is near

Yeah, yeah, this little town has known its pain
But it always stays the same
Children are playing, mothers crying
Fathers laughing all the same, yeah