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!