| There's something I must tell you, | |
| There's one thing you must know： | |
| Green is the color I remember on the hills of long ago. | |
| I was told to be watchful, | |
| I was told to beware. | |
| For something in the way that he spoke showed he didn't care. | |
| Suddenly, things are not as they ought to be and I know that it's destiny. | |
| Destiny, and just like before, | |
| I yearn for a return to the way things used to be. | |
| He stood out in the shadows, | |
| He was not one to explain | |
| Then he moved past the trees, a distant figure against the green terrain. | |
| Suddenly, things are not as they ought to be and I know that it's destiny. | |
| Destiny, and just like before, | |
| I yearn for a return to the way things used to be. | |
| Out there stands a manzanita, | |
| Underneath there lies a stone, | |
| Without a name or a symbol, | |
| Fading in the waiting light alone. |
| There' s something I must tell you, | |
| There' s one thing you must know: | |
| Green is the color I remember on the hills of long ago. | |
| I was told to be watchful, | |
| I was told to beware. | |
| For something in the way that he spoke showed he didn' t care. | |
| Suddenly, things are not as they ought to be and I know that it' s destiny. | |
| Destiny, and just like before, | |
| I yearn for a return to the way things used to be. | |
| He stood out in the shadows, | |
| He was not one to explain | |
| Then he moved past the trees, a distant figure against the green terrain. | |
| Suddenly, things are not as they ought to be and I know that it' s destiny. | |
| Destiny, and just like before, | |
| I yearn for a return to the way things used to be. | |
| Out there stands a manzanita, | |
| Underneath there lies a stone, | |
| Without a name or a symbol, | |
| Fading in the waiting light alone. |
| There' s something I must tell you, | |
| There' s one thing you must know: | |
| Green is the color I remember on the hills of long ago. | |
| I was told to be watchful, | |
| I was told to beware. | |
| For something in the way that he spoke showed he didn' t care. | |
| Suddenly, things are not as they ought to be and I know that it' s destiny. | |
| Destiny, and just like before, | |
| I yearn for a return to the way things used to be. | |
| He stood out in the shadows, | |
| He was not one to explain | |
| Then he moved past the trees, a distant figure against the green terrain. | |
| Suddenly, things are not as they ought to be and I know that it' s destiny. | |
| Destiny, and just like before, | |
| I yearn for a return to the way things used to be. | |
| Out there stands a manzanita, | |
| Underneath there lies a stone, | |
| Without a name or a symbol, | |
| Fading in the waiting light alone. |
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