Rolling hills green and brown
Take me to the water side
Where trees are free
And birds are hollow
Take me to the place
Where no one leaves

Let me go when I am gone
A return will not be sown
In this place where no one leaves
I will take the path of listed needs

From far away I will turn
To gaze upon the things I learned
In that place where no one leaves
Where I had to say goodbye
To the ones I loved and the ones I lost
And the ones who never had enough.