i was sitting in a station bar,
somewhere in amerika
when an old man came to me
he said: "can i sit next to you?",
and i had nothing else to do C G
so he sat down and drank his beer
he told me 'bout the rocks and hills,
about the autum and its chill
about the valleys and the rain
and then he spoke of former times,
about his children and his wife
and about what yet remained
suddenly he said: "my son,
do you know the land,
where i've come from
and he asked
do you know the land of green,
its rough and stormy sea
FG
do you know the island of the rain
do you know the land of green,
its wondrous scenery
FG
do you know the island of the rain
many of us had left their homes,
never felt the westwind blow again
he said with lonely eyes
they once had worked upon the land,
that now is in some stranger's
hands
he said with angry eyes
the more he spoke, the more he drank
the more he kept
on telling 'bout his land and he
said
do you know the land of green,
its rough and stormy sea
FG
do you know the island of the rain
do you know the land of green,
its wondrous scenery
FG
do you know the island of the rain
even though the bar was full of noise,
the man began to lower his voice
and stood up without a word
although it is five years ago i
swear
that i exactly know
every word that we had said
I still can see his trembling hands,
as he told the story 'bout his land
and he said
do you know the land of green,
its rough and stormy sea
FG
do you know the island of the rain
do you know the land of green,
its wondrous scenery
FG
do you know the island of the rain
do you know the land of green,
its rough and stormy sea
FG
do you know the island of the rain
do you know the land of green,
its wondrous scenery
FG
do you know the island of the rain
The Land of Greeeeeeeen!